Le Prince Errant

I am the Prince of unremembered towers Destroyed before the birth of Babylon; And I was there when all the forest shone While pale Medea culled her deadly flowers. I heard the iron weeping of the King, When Orpheus sang to life his buried joy; And I beheld upon the walls of Troy The woman who made of death a little thing.

I heard the horn that shook the mountain tall, When Roland lay a-dying, and the call That fevered Tristram whispered o’er the sea, And brought Iseult of Cornwall to his side. I saw the Queen of Egypt like a bride Go glorious to her dead Mark Antony.

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