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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 | | When neither soul nor body has been crossed. |
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By PanEris
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