The Poems of Digby Mackworth Dolben Edited with a Memoir by Robert Bridges |
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O come, my king, and fill the palaces
Where sceptred Loss too long hath held her state,
With courts of Joyaunce, and a laughing breeze
Of voices.—If thou willest, come;—I wait
Unquestioning, no servant, but thy slave.
I plead no merit, and no claim for wages,
Nor that sweet favour which my sovereign gave
In other days, of his own grace: but pages
Are privileged to linger at the door
With longing eyes, while nobles kiss the hand
Of him the noblest, though elect no more
To touch the train, or at the throne to stand.
Where sceptred Loss too long hath held her state,
With courts of Joyaunce, and a laughing breeze
Of voices.—If thou willest, come;—I wait
Unquestioning, no servant, but thy slave.
I plead no merit, and no claim for wages,
Nor that sweet favour which my sovereign gave
In other days, of his own grace: but pages
Are privileged to linger at the door
With longing eyes, while nobles kiss the hand
Of him the noblest, though elect no more
To touch the train, or at the throne to stand.
But come, content me with the lowest place,
So be it that I see thy royal face.
So be it that I see thy royal face.
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