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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS MAJESTY, by THERON BROWN First Line: I'm king of the road! I gather Last Line: And nobody ask me why. | |||
I'M king of the road! I gather My toll on the world's highways. They pave the street for my royal feet, And the man in the wagon pays. With my sturdy heels I laugh at wheels; I hurry at no man's will, For the rich who ride my meat provide; They must feed the king to his fill. I'm king of the road! Before me My way lies over the land, With a wild rose train from meadow and lane And the hail of a song-bird band. They are slaves who team by wagon or steam: The footman carries the crown. What cares the tramp whose supper and camp Are waiting in every town? I'm king of the road all summer; In winter I still go free. Let the snow-blast come, in a nook I'll chum With a gipsy crew like me. I'll ask no shares with home-proud heirs; They're the scorn of my soul while I Can tread the floors of the great Out-doors, And nobody ask me why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THRENOS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |
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