CHILD, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule, My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due, My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool, My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool, For a glance from you! Love, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs, Angels, the demons abject under me, Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs, Time, space, all would I give - aye, upper spheres, For a kiss from thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIMON SURNAMED PETER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CRUISE OF THE MONITOR [MARCH 9, 1862] by GEORGE M. BAKER TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |