A Great King Made A Feast For Love, And Golden Was The Board And Gold The Hundred, Wondrous Gauds Thereof; Soft Lights Like Roses Fell Above Rare Dishes Exquisite And Fine; In Jeweled Goblets Shone The Wine-- A Great King Made A Feast For Love. Yet Love As Gladly And Full-Fed Hath Fared Upon A Broken Crust That Two Have Shared; And From Scant Wine As Glorious Dreams Drawn Up Seeing Two Lovers Kissed Above The Cup. A Great King Made For Love'S Delight A Temple Wonderful Wherein Served Jeweled Priest And Acolyte; There Fell No Darkness Day Or Night Since There His Highest Altar Shone With Flaming Gems As Some White Sun, A Temple Made For Love'S Delight. Yet Love Hath Found A Temple As Complete In Some Bare Attic Where Two Lovers Meet; And Made His Altar By One Candle'S Flame Seeing Two Lovers Burned It In His Name.