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THE WHITE CZAR.
191
With half a world to hearten him for fight,
Till the wind gave his warriors and their might
To shipwreck and the corpse‑encumbered sea:
But thou, take heed, ere yet thy lips wax white,
Lest as it was with Philip so it be,
O white of name and red of hand, with thee.
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