English poem
Master Oliver
by William Morris (1834–1896)
Hast thou heard of his councillor men call Honorius? Folk hold him in fear, and in love the tale hath it.
KING PHARAMOND.
Much of him have I heard: nay, more, I have seen him With the men of my household, and the great man they honour. They were faring afield to some hunt or disporting, Few faces were missing, and many I saw there I was fain of in days past at fray or at feasting; My heart yearned towards them--but what--days have changed them, They must wend as they must down the way they are driven.