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 King Robert Of Sicily 
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      And with new fervour filled the hearts of men,
      Who felt that Christ indeed had risen again.
      Even the Jester, on his bed of straw,
      With haggard eyes the unwonted splendour saw,
      He felt within a power unfelt before,
      And, kneeling humbly on his chamber-floor,
      He heard the rushing garments of the Lord
      Sweep through the silent air, ascending heavenward.
      And now the visit ending, and once more
      Valmond returning to the Danube's shore,
      Homeward the Angel journeyed, and again
      The land was made resplendent with his train,
      Flashing along the towns of Italy
      Unto Salerno, and from thence by sea.
      And when once more within Palermo's wall,
      And, seated on the throne in his great hall,
      He heard the Angelus from convent towers,
      As if the better world conversed with ours,
      He beckoned to King Robert to draw nigher,
      And with a gesture bade the rest retire;
      And when they were alone, the Angel said,
      "Art thou the King?" Then, bowing down his head,
      King Robert crossed both hands upon his breast,
      And meekly answered him: "Thou knowest best!
      My sins as scarlet are; let me go hence,
      And in some cloister's school of penitence,
      Across those stones, that pave the way to heaven,
      Walk barefoot, till my guilty soul be shriven!"
      The Angel smiled, and from his radiant face
      A holy light illumined all the place,
      And through the open window, loud and clear,
      They heard the monks chant in the chapel near,
      Above the stir and tumult of the street:
      "He has put down the mighty from their seat,
      And has exalted them of low degree!"
      And through the chant a second melody
      Rose like the throbbing of a single string:
      "I am an Angel, and thou art the King!"
      King Robert, who was standing near the throne,
      Lifted his eyes, and lo! he was alone!
      But all apparelled as in days of old,
      With ermined mantle and with cloth of gold;
      And when his courtiers came, they found him there
      Kneeling upon the floor, absorbed in silent prayer.
      And then the blue-eyed Norseman told
      A Saga of the days of old.
      "There is," said he, "a wondrous book
      Of Legends in the old Norse tongue,
      Of the dead kings of Norroway--
      Legends that once were told or sung
      In many a smoky fireside nook
      Of Iceland, in the ancient day,
      By wandering Saga-man or Scald;
      'Heimskringla' is the volume called;
      And he who looks may find therein
      The story that I now begin."
      And in each pause the story made
      Upon his violin he played,
      As an appropriate interlude,
      Fragments of old Norwegian tunes
      That bound in one the separate runes,
      And held the mind in perfect mood,
      Entwining and encircling all
      The strange and antiquated rhymes
      With melodies of olden times;
      As over some half-ruined wall,
      Disjointed and about to fall,
      Fresh woodbines climb and interlace,
      And keep the loosened stones in place.

      THE END.

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