| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | The Knights to Chrysola | | By Rachel Annand Taylor (1876–1960) |
| | | WE crazed for you, aspired and fell for you; | |
| Over us trod Desire, with feet of fire. | |
| Ah! the sad stories we would tell for you, | |
| Full of dark nights and sighing | |
| While—you were dying, | 5 |
| Chrysola! | |
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| Roundels and all rich rimes we rang for you; | |
| How from the plangent lyre pled our Desire! | |
| But the musicians vainly sang for you;— | |
| Through the dear music, crying | 10 |
| That—you were dying, | |
| Chrysola! | |
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| High on the golden throne love wrought for you | |
| With eyes enthrall’d of rest, tired of our best; | |
| You sat unheeding while we fought for you | 15 |
| Glaive unto glaive replying; | |
| For—you were dying, | |
| Chrysola! | |
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| Frenzied from out the jousts we came to you; | |
| ‘Can we love more, Dream-fast? Crown, then, at last.’ | 20 |
| But love and hate were one dim flame to you; | |
| Strange things you smiled us—dying, | |
| O! You were dying, | |
| Chrysola! | |
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| Great spoils of frankincense we burn’d for you, | 25 |
| Round your death-chamber proud—then cursed aloud | |
| Christian or Pagan god that yearn’d for you, | |
| Till you were undenying.— | |
| O Dream undying, | |
| Chrysola! | 30 | | | |
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