A King is dead! Another master mind Is summoned from the world-wide council hall. Ah, for some seer, to say what links behind - To read the mystic writing on the wall! ...
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine; And the water is spent and gone? Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine: I never shall drink but this one. ...
Hark! hark! hark! The lark sings high in the dark. The were wolves mutter, the night hawks moan, The raven croaks from the Raven-stone; What care I for his boding groan,...
The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, There came in a monk before them all: He thrust by squire, he thrust by knight, Stood over against the dais aright; And, 'The word of the Lord, thou cruel Red King,...