A VISION.

          TWO crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone
            With no green weight of laurels round his head,
            But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
          And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
          For sins no bleating victim can atone,
            And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
            Girt was he in a garment black and red,
          And at his feet I marked a broken stone
            Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.
            Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame         10
          I cried to Beatricé, "Who are these?"
          And she made answer, knowing well each name,
            "Æschylos first, the second Sophokles,
            And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides."

Wilde, Oscar. 1881. Poems.