I rose—because He sank

I cheered my fainting Prince —

I sang firm — even — Chants —

I helped his Film — with Hymn —

And when the Dews drew off

That held his Forehead stiff —

I met him —

Balm to Balm —

I told him Best — must pass

Through this low Arch of Flesh —

No Casque so brave

It spurn the Grave —

I told him Worlds I knew

Where Emperors grew —

Who recollected us

If we were true —

And so with Thews of Hymn —

And Sinew from within —

And ways I knew not that I knew — till then —

I lifted Him —