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pt to where King Ethelbert Slept, marble-shrined--his ashes, not the King, Yet ashes kingly since God's temple once, And waiting God's great day. Before that tomb, Himself as rigid, with lean arms outspread, Thus made the man his moan: 'King Ethelbert! Hear'st thou in glory? Ofttimes on thy knees Thou mad'st confession of thine earthly sins To me, a wounded worm this day on earth: Now comforted art thou, and I brought low: Yet, though I see no more that beaming front, And haply for my sins may see it never, Yet inwardly I gladden, knowing this That thou art glad. Perchance thou hear'st me not, For thou wert still a heedless man of mirth, Though sage as strong at need. If this were so, Not less thy God would hear my prayer to thee, And grant it in thy reverence. Ethelbert! Thou hadst thy trial time, since, many a year All shepherdless thy well-loved people strayed What time thyself, their shepherd, knew'st not Christ, Sole shepherd of man's race. King Ethelbert! Rememberest thou that day in Thanet Isle? That day the Bride of God on English shores Set her pure foot; and thou didst kneel to kiss it: Thou gav'st her meat and drink in kingly wise; Gav'st her thy palace for her bridal bower; This Abbey build'dst--her fortress! O those days Crowned with such glories, with such sweetness winged! Thou saw'st thy realm made one with Christ's: thou saw'st Thy race like angels ranging courts of Heaven: This day, behold, thou seest the things thou seest! If there be any hope, King Ethelbert, Help us this day with God!' Upon his knees Then crept that exile old to Bertha's tomb, And there made moan: 'Thou tenderest Queen and sweetest, Whom no man ever gazed on save with joy, Or spake of, dead, save weeping! Well I know That on thee in thy cradle Mary flung A lily whiter from her hand, a rose Warm from her breath and breast, for all thy life Was made of Chastities and Charities-- This hour thine eyes are on that Vision bent Whereof the radiance, ere by thee beheld, Gave thee thine earthly brightness. Mirrored there, Seest thou, like moat in sunbeam well-nigh lost, Our world of temporal anguish? See it not! For He alone, the essential Peace Eterne, Could see it unper
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