Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone
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- OR ever the knightly years were gone
- With the old world to the grave,
- I was a King in Babylon
- And you were a Christian Slave.
- I saw, I took, I cast you by,
- I bent and broke your pride.
- You loved me well, or I heard them lie,
- But your longing was denied.
- Surely I knew that by and by
- You cursed your gods and died.
- And a myriad suns have set and shone
- Since then upon the grave
- Decreed by the King in Babylon
- To her that had been his Slave.
- The pride I trampled is now my scathe,
- For it tramples me again.
- The old resentment lasts like death,
- For you love, yet you refrain.
- I break my heart on your hard unfaith,
- And I break my heart in vain.
- Yet not for an hour do I wish undone
- The deed beyond the grave,
- When I was a King in Babylon
- And you were a Virgin Slave.
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