Aubrey De Vere, Legends of the Saxon Saints
“ That thou art glad. Perchance thou hear'st me not, For thou wert still a heedless man of mirth, Though sage as strong at need. If this were so, Not less thy God would hear my prayer to thee, And grant it in thy reverence. Ethelbert! Thou hadst thy trial time, since, many a year All shepherdless thy well-loved people strayed What time thyself, their shepherd, knew'st not Christ, Sole shepherd of man's race. King Ethelbert! Rememberest thou that day in Thanet Isle? ”
