From the regions of the Night
Coming with recovered sight--
From the bliss of blindness free,
That's what Danenhower'll see.

1882.




THE TOWN OF DAE.


_Swains and maidens, young and old,
You to me this tale have told._

Where the squalid town of Dae
Irks the comfortable sea,
Spreading webs to gather fish,
As for wealth we set a wish,
Dwelt a king by right divine,
Sprung from Adam's royal line,
Town of Dae by the sea,
Divers kinds of kings there be.

Name nor fame had Picklepip:
Ne'er a soldier nor a ship
Bore his banners in the sun;
Naught knew he of kingly sport,
And he held his royal court