under the eye of the sun he
became King of Syracuse, this
Prince among common men
bordered by water, but
untrammeled, so, by those old
strictures that held other sons
in check
the potter's son, then, a leader
of men and not to be trifled with,
see his steel, glinting at noon-day?
see how it pierces the heart?
crown him, with green and gold.
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