The toys of a Tutankhamen Are under the king's high chair; The queen hath her doll-house in order With all of the miniatures there. But sometimes they sigh for the splendors -- The strays of the playbox hoard, The light of a Nightingale lantern, The glimmer of Arthur's sword, The bugle of Balaklava, The pipes in the Havelock van, The faith of a gearless Godiva, The ending to Kubla Khan. Tho' lost in the dominant seventh The hunters are down on their knees; They are after the strays of the playbox, For Luxor had nothing like these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN AFTERWARDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CONSOLATION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |