Old King Caraway Supped on cake, And a cup of sack His thirst to slake; Bird in arras, And hound in hall Watched very softly Or not at all; Fire in the middle, Stone all round Changed not, heeded not, Made no sound; All by himself At the Table High He'd nibble and sip While his dreams slipped by; And when he had finished, He'd nod and say, 'Cake and sack For King Caraway!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: SUMMUM BONUM by ROBERT BROWNING ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE KNITTING by MARGARET BARBER THE TWO ARCHERS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |