text: " "O enchanters they care not for prince or for peer And gifts are but needlessly given; The wise tongue ne'er stumbleth for falsehood or fear 'Tis the friend of the councils of Heaven! The years of the future are clouded and dark Yet on thy fair forehead thy fate I can mark: "Remember now firmly the words of my tongue; For the chief finds a rapture in glory: On the gate of Byzantium thy buckler is hung Thy name shall be deathless in story; Wild waves and broad kingdoms thy sceptre obey And the foe sees with envy so boundless a sway: "And the blue sea uplifting its treacherous wave In its wrath--in the hurricane-hour-- And the knife of the coward the sword of the brave To slay thee shall never have power: Within thy strong harness no wound shalt thou know For a guardian unseen shall defend thee below