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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
The Knights to Chrysola
By Rachel Annand Taylor (1876–1960)
WE crazed for you, aspired and fell for you;
  Over us trod Desire, with feet of fire.
Ah! the sad stories we would tell for you,
    Full of dark nights and sighing
    While—you were dying,        5
Roundels and all rich rimes we rang for you;
  How from the plangent lyre pled our Desire!
But the musicians vainly sang for you;—
    Through the dear music, crying        10
    That—you were dying,
High on the golden throne love wrought for you
  With eyes enthrall’d of rest, tired of our best;
You sat unheeding while we fought for you        15
    Glaive unto glaive replying;
    For—you were dying,
Frenzied from out the jousts we came to you;
  ‘Can we love more, Dream-fast? Crown, then, at last.’        20
But love and hate were one dim flame to you;
    Strange things you smiled us—dying,
    O! You were dying,
Great spoils of frankincense we burn’d for you,        25
  Round your death-chamber proud—then cursed aloud
Christian or Pagan god that yearn’d for you,
    Till you were undenying.—
    O Dream undying,
            Chrysola!        30

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