And I kissed him for his kindness To a beggar-maiden.... I, with strong white feet for going At my fancy everywhere; With the wind of heaven blowing Through my hair: With my dwelling star-beladen-- Verily I mocked his blindness! But I kissed him for his kindness To a beggar-maiden. _J. L. WING_ (_MAGDALEN_) LOUIS ONZE Who is this I see? A King! Leaden saints all in a ring Round his hat! His gait is slow! And his back is bending low! This a King? His quivering frame Shakes! Pray tell me now his name. Louis Onze, it is you say, Greatest King of all his day! * * * * * Transcriber's Notes Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected, other variations in spelling, accents and punctuation are as in the original. Several poems do not have titles, but are referenced by first line. These have been left as printed. The erratum on page 7 has not been corrected to avoid changing the structure of the book. Italics are indicated thus _italic_. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Oxford Poetry, by Various