KING HACON. 
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VI. 
But the King said—“ Peace ! bring hither 
Spoil and weapons—battle-strown, 
Make no moan; 
Leave me and my dead together, 
Light my torch, and then—begone.” 
But we murmured, each to other, 
“ Can we leave him thus alone ? ” 
VII. 
Angrily the King replieth; 
Plash the awful eyes again, 
With disdain— 
“ Call him not alone who lieth 
Low amidst such noble slain; 
Call him not alone who dieth 
Side by side with gallant men.” 
VIII. 
Slowly, sadly, we departed: 
Reached again that desolate shore, 
Nevermore 
Trod by him, the brave true-hearted— 
Dying in that dark ship’s core ! 
Sadder keel from land ne’er parted, 
Nobler freight none ever bore ! 
