（A fragment）

    Shalt thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent¹ in sorrow of defeat？ Shalt thou be vanquished², whose imperial feet Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead？ Who shall unking thee, husband of a queen？ Wear thou thy majesty³ inviolate⁴. Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen, Earth's kingdoms fade to a remembered dream, But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme⁵, Dazzling command and rich dominion⁶, The winds thy heralds⁷ and thy vassals⁸ all The silver-belted planets and the sun. Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall, Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread, Sunset her purple canopies⁹ and red, In serried¹⁰ splendour, and the night unfold Her velvet¹¹ darkness wrought¹² with starry¹³ gold For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down. My hair shall braid thy temples like a crown Of sapphires¹⁴, and my kiss upon thy brows Like cithar-music lull¹⁵ thee to repose¹⁶, Till the sun yield thee homage¹⁷ of his light.

    O king, thy kingdom who from thee can wrest¹⁸？ What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast, O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird And armour¹⁹ with impregnable delight Of Hope's triumphant²⁰ keen flamecarven sword？