I AM a King, Or an Emperor rather, I wear crown-imperial And prince's-feather; Golden-rod is the sceptre I wield and wag, And a broad purple flag-flower Waves for my flag. Elder the pithy With old-man and sage, These are my councillors Green in old age; Lords-and-ladies in silence Stand round me and wait, While gay ragged-robin Makes bows at my gate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE BATTLE (OF AUGHRIM) by THOMAS MOORE THE STUDY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FRIENDSHIP'S BLACK AND WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO ---- ----. (1) by MARY BRYAN ON A CLUB OF SOTS by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) |