He who hath loved hath borne a vassal’s chain,
And worn the royal purple of a king;
Hath shrunk beneath the icy Winter’s sting,
Then revelled in the golden Summer’s reign;
He hath within the dust and ashes lain,
Then soared o’er mountains on an eagle’s wing;
A hut hath slept in, worn with wandering,
And hath been lord of castle-towers in...