I see my forehead crowned With a coronal of faces, Where the gleam of living graces Each to other keeps them bound; Leaning forward in a throng, I the centre of their eyes, Voices mute, that erst in song Stilled the heart from all but sighs Now in thirsty draughts they take At open eyes and ears, the Truth Spoken for their love and youth Hot, alas!

Somehow he and his hat were as king and coronal in their mutual fitness; if he lost one, he swapped for another of about the same shade and shape.

He would spend days and nights in the meadows stripping the shameless crimson coronals off the lilies of the field.