Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
The King on the TowerWilliam Makepeace Thackeray (18111863)
‘Da liegen sie alle, die grauen Höhen.’
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The darksome valleys lie sleeping below,
But the winds as they pass o’er all this ground,
Bring me never a sound of woe!
Care has embitter’d my cup and my feast;
But here is the night and the dark blue heaven,
And my soul shall be at rest.
I turn towards you with longing soul,
And list to the awful harmonies
Of the Spheres as on they roll.
My sword it rusteth upon the wall;
Right have I spoken, and right have I done:
When shall I rest me once for all?
Wherefore seemeth the time so long
Till I see yon stars in their fullest light,
And list to their loudest song?