THE BLUE DWARF. 
97 
GOVINDA 
 
Dance, o thou mannikin 
Dwarf and malign 
To the clink of Earth’s pannikin 
Drained of its wine ! 
 
CHAU 
 
Dance, to the scream 
Of strangled humanity, 
The delirious dream 
Of the Vampires of Vanity ! 
The kings rise, bow, and depart. 
 
THE KINGS 
 
Away, away like the wanton wind !  
One to the groves of ilex tall ;  
One to the plains of infinite Ind ;  
One beyond the Mongol wall.  
As we met, so we part.  
Three great kings and one true heart !