TWO crowned Kings, and One that stood alone With no green weight of laurels round his head, But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating victim can atone, And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed. Girt was he in a garment black and red, And at his feet I marked a broken stone Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees. Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame I cried to Beatrice, "Who are these?" And she made answer, knowing well each name, "Pschylos first, the second Sophocles, And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT OF THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER BEING UPON THE SEA by HENRY HOWARD SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD |