English poem
A king so rich and mighty, as you in name have been
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
“A king so rich and mighty, as you in name have been, Before his followers often should let himself be seen; He oft should ride in tilting with other champions knightly, That both himself and his kingdom should seem more fair, and hold their rank more fitly.
“It shows, in a lord so noble, a most unworthy mind, When he has heaped together riches of every kind, If he with his faithful warriors to share them is unwilling: When men in the storm of warfare deep wounds have had, how else can they find healing?”
Then said to her King Sigeband: “Lady, you mock at me; In all these warlike pastimes I will most earnest be; And for the strife so worthy my wish shall never waver: No man shall find it easy the ways of well-born kings to teach me ever.”
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- A happy tale you bring me,” said then the well-bred queen
- A knight he was most truly, and well indeed he fought
- After these came riding four and twenty men
- After they had eaten, and while with them he sat
- All of them were busy with care for the coming war
- All the men he was able Hettel for this now sought
- All, as they were able, waited on the maid
- As he met his friendly liegemen, King Hettel wore a smile