[Phantastes by George MacDonald]@TWC D-Link bookPhantastes CHAPTER XX 19/19
They were not half so good as many others I knew, especially some I had learned from the wise woman in the cottage; but what comes nearest to our needs we like the best. I The king sat on his throne Glowing in gold and red; The crown in his right hand shone, And the gray hairs crowned his head. His only son walks in, And in walls of steel he stands: Make me, O father, strong to win, With the blessing of holy hands." He knelt before his sire, Who blessed him with feeble smile His eyes shone out with a kingly fire, But his old lips quivered the while. "Go to the fight, my son, Bring back the giant's head; And the crown with which my brows have done, Shall glitter on thine instead." "My father, I seek no crowns, But unspoken praise from thee; For thy people's good, and thy renown, I will die to set them free." The king sat down and waited there, And rose not, night nor day; Till a sound of shouting filled the air, And cries of a sore dismay. Then like a king he sat once more, With the crown upon his head; And up to the throne the people bore A mighty giant dead. And up to the throne the people bore A pale and lifeless boy. The king rose up like a prophet of yore, In a lofty, deathlike joy. He put the crown on the chilly brow: "Thou should'st have reigned with me But Death is the king of both, and now I go to obey with thee. "Surely some good in me there lay, To beget the noble one." The old man smiled like a winter day, And fell beside his son. II "O lady, thy lover is dead," they cried; "He is dead, but hath slain the foe; He hath left his name to be magnified In a song of wonder and woe." "Alas! I am well repaid," said she, "With a pain that stings like joy: For I feared, from his tenderness to me, That he was but a feeble boy. "Now I shall hold my head on high, The queen among my kind; If ye hear a sound, 'tis only a sigh For a glory left behind." The first three times I sang these songs they both wept passionately. But after the third time, they wept no more.
Their eyes shone, and their faces grew pale, but they never wept at any of my songs again..
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