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<h2> THE MEMORY </h2>
<p>Know you where I, my royal fool, was crowned?<br/>
A rock within the great Egean? Where<br/>
A strong flood hurrieth on Finistere?<br/>
Where at the Pole our valiant men were drowned?<br/>
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Where the soft creamy wash of Indian seas<br/>
Spreads palmward? Where the sunset glides to dawn,<br/>
No night between? Where all the tides are drawn<br/>
To greet their Sun and bathe their Idol’s knees?<br/>
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Where was I crowned? Dear fool, upon a stone<br/>
That standeth where Earth’s arches make but one,<br/>
Where all the banners of her soul were flown,<br/>
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And trumpeted the legions of the sun.<br/>
The stone is left: ‘tis here against the door<br/>
Of throne and kingdom. . . . Pray you, mock no more.<br/></p>
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