King, behold the man
The swiftest and the boldest
In thy kingdom by the sea,
From
mountain
or .
Tennyson
...
A bold man would he be.
A bold man ... yea, a marvel
For the grey-haired scalds to hymn...."
Day dying touched his swarthy cheek
With a lurid light and grim,
While he made the gloomy challenge
And round a murmur ran,
But ... the boy bowed low and answered,
"Oh!
King, behold the man
The swiftest and the boldest
In thy kingdom by the sea,
From
mountain
or .
.. from hatred
What man can do, dares he."
... He swept down from the mountain
Like an eaglet on a hare
With bent back and swinging arms
And tossing golden hair....
The King stood by the precipice
(A small sea moaned and broke)
... Looked down over the wrinkled sea
And swiftly loosed his cloak.
