NOTHING will hold him longer--let him go; Let him go down where others have gone down; Little he cares whether we smile or frown, Or if we know, or if we think we know. The call is on him for his overthrow, Say we; so let him rise, or let him drown. Poor fool! He plunges for the sunken crown, And we--we wait for what the plunge may show. Well, we are safe enough. Why linger, then? The watery chance was his, not ours. Poor fool! Poor truant, poor Narcissus out of school; Poor jest of Ascalon; poor king of men.-- The crown, if he be wearing it, may cool His arrogance, and he may sleep again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON SONNET: 12 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 40. EXPECTANS EXPECTAVI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LIBERTINE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 5 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |