XLIII.

His vassals two

Serve with all homage deep and due.

He is contented, he doth find

Belike the kingdom much to his mind.

And when the long months of his long

Reign are two years, and like a song

From some far sweeter world, a call

From the king's mouth for fealty,

Buds soon to blossom in language fall,

They listen and find not any plea

Left, for fine chiding at destiny.