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