Haply some Rajah first in ages gone br Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee, br While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he, br Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison: br Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John br Among his pastures, when full royally br He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee-- br While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on. br br What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead. br My heart is full of ruth and yearning pain br At sight of thee, O king that hast a crown br Outlasting theirs, and tells of greatness fled br Through cloud-hung nights of unabated rain br And murmur of the dark majestic town.