Has also tended him.A third arrives in equal haste,
Soon will Autumn bid it fade.
Over an inscription am I treading!'Tis effaced!Ye are seen no longer,Words so deeply graven,Who your master's true devotionShould have shown to thousand grandsons!
'Mongst his great nobles all.
'Neath its veil of mist and snow.
Rules the moon in majesty.
Then on my sight did blissful visions growIn the dim-lighted, distant firmament,
And why? He comes alone!