"O There be Kings whose Treasuries"

O there be kings whose treasuriesAre rich with pearls and goldAnd silks and bales of cramasyAnd spices manifold:Gardens they have with marble stairsAnd streams than life more fair,With roses set and lavenderThat do enchant the air.

O there be many ships that sailThe sea-ways wide and blue,And there be master-marinersTo sail them straight and true:And there be many women fairWho watch out anxiously,And are enamoured of the dayTheir dear ones come from sea:

But riches I can find enowAll in a barren land,Where sombre lakes shine wondrouslyWith rocks on either hand:And I can find enow of loveUp there, alone, alone,With none beside me save the wind,Nor speech except his moan.

For there far up among the hillsThe great storms come and goIn a most proud processionalOf cloud and rain and snow:There light and darkness only areA changing benisonOf the old gods who wrought the worldAnd shaped the moon and sun.