WOULD it were anything but merely voice!' <br />The No King cried who after that was King, <br />Because he had not heard of anything <br />That balanced with a word is more than noise; <br />Yet Old Romance being kind, let him prevail <br />Somewhere or somehow that I have forgot, <br />Though he'd but cannon -- Whereas we that had thought <br />To have lit upon as clean and sweet a tale <br />Have been defeated by that pledge you gave <br />In momentary anger long ago; <br />And I that have not your faith, how shall I know <br />That in the blinding light beyond the grave <br />We'll find so good a thing as that we have lost? <br />The hourly kindness, the day's common speech. <br />The habitual content of each with each <br />Men neither soul nor body has been crossed.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-and-no-king/
