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Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone / With no green weight of laurels round his head, / But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, / And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan / For sins no bleating victim can atone, / And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
Girt was he in a garment black and red, / And at his feet I marked a broken stone / Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame, / I cried to Beatricé, "Who are these?"
And she made answer, knowing well each name, / "Aeschylos first, the second Sophokles, / And last (wide stream of tears! ) Euripides. "