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Now that I kneel at the throne, O Queen, / Pity and pardon me.
Much have I striven to sing the same, / Brother of beast and tree; / Yet when the stars catch me alone / Never a linnet sings -- / And the blood of a man is a bitter voice / And cries for foolish things.
Not for me be the vaunt of woe; / Was not I from a boy / Vowed with the helmet and spear and spur / To the blood-red banner of joy?
A man may sing his psalms to a stone, / Pour his blood for a weed, / But the tears of a man are a sudden thing, / And come not of his creed.
Nay, but the earth is kind to me, / Though I cry for a Star, / Leaves and grasses, feather and flower, / Cover the foolish scar, / Prophets and saints and seraphim / Lighten the load with song, / And the heart of a man is a heavy load / For a man to bear along.