KING AND NO KING
 
 WOULD it were anything but merely voice!'
 The No King cried who after that was King,
 Because he had not heard of anything
 That balanced with a word is more than noise;
 Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail
 Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot,
 Though he'd but cannon – Whereas we that had
 thought
 To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale
 Have been defeated by that pledge you gave
 In momentary anger long ago;
 And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
 That in the blinding light beyond the grave
 We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost?
 The hourly kindness, the day's common speech.
 The habitual content of each with each
 Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.