When shall the world forget
Thy glory and our debt,
  Indomitable soul,
    Immortal Genoese? 
Not while the shrewd salt gale
Whines amid shroud and sail,
  Above the rhythmic roll
    And thunder of the seas.

THE PRINCE’S QUEST AND OTHER POEMS

THE PRINCE’S QUEST

PART THE FIRST

There was a time, it passeth me to say
How long ago, but sure ’twas many a day
Before the world had gotten her such store
Of foolish wisdom as she hath,—­before
She fell to waxing gray with weight of years
And knowledge, bitter knowledge, bought with tears,—­
When it did seem as if the feet of time
Moved to the music of a golden rhyme,
And never one false thread might woven be
Athwart that web of worldwide melody. 
’Twas then there lived a certain queen and king,
Unvext of wars or other evil thing,
Within a spacious palace builded high,
Whence they might see their chiefest city lie
About them, and half hear from their tall towers
Its populous murmur through the daylight hours,
And see beyond its walls the pleasant plain. 
One child they had, these blissful royal twain: 
Of whom ’tis told—­so more than fair was he—­
There lurked at whiles a something shadowy
Deep down within the fairness of his face;
As ’twere a hint of some not-earthly grace,
Making the royal stripling rather seem
The very dreaming offspring of a dream
Than human child of human ancestry: 
And something strange-fantastical was he,
I doubt not.  Howsoever he upgrew,
And after certain years to manhood drew
Nigh, so that all about his father’s court,
Seeing his graciousness of princely port,
Rejoiced thereat; and many maidens’ eyes
Look’d pleased upon his beauty, and the sighs
Of many told I know not what sweet tales.

So, like to some fair ship with sunlit sails,
Glided his youth amid a stormless sea,
Till once by night there came mysteriously
A fateful wind, and o’er an unknown deep
Bore him perforce.  It chanced that while in sleep
He lay, there came to him a strange dim dream. 
’Twas like as he did float adown a stream,
In a lone boat that had nor sail nor oar
Yet seemed as it would glide for evermore,
Deep in the bosom of a sultry land
Fair with all fairness.  Upon either hand
Were hills green-browed and mist-engarlanded,
And all about their feet were woods bespread,
Hoarding the cool and leafy silentness
In many an unsunned hollow and hid recess. 
Nought of unbeauteous might be there espied;
But in the heart of the deep woods and wide,
And in the heart of all, was Mystery—­
A something more than outer eye might see,
A something more than ever ear might hear. 
The very birds that came and sang anear
Did seem to syllable some faery tongue,
And, singing much, to hold yet more unsung. 
And heard at whiles, with hollow wandering tone,
Far off, as by some aery huntsmen blown,
Faint-echoing horns, among the mountains wound,
Made all the live air tremulous with sound.