To these words I behold no tongue

Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown,

Which I know not whether to his belongeth;

Doth he hence the sceptre sway?

Seasoneth he justice? -

Daresay I he doth not,

Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? -

Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conjure;

Perchance a spell?; a reptile, a sullied hound? -

Is the gentle rain a quality of his? -

I bethink this fro my thoughts; hitherto, about this,

I beheld to these words no tongue; are the

Monarch's men his thralls or his servants? -

Oft I waylay my tongue -

Those of which are withal by my gnarled heart not heed'd;

Or doth the throstle sing with more glee

At daybreak than than a twilight? -

Brawl not my imp, nor my cherub; reserve my judgement -

Crave not the sword when the bodkin fro ere thine is;

That undiscover'd country; be that

Of calamity, be that of joy, be that of apathy;

Tread not paths of new when those of old are

Far by an only single footstep; walk, be it

On the left, on the right - be it the one which

Straight forward leadeth; the one of correct

I have as until now not heed'd any signs of!