YOU see no pomp of circumstance, No entourage of pride, My lowly seeming to enhance As I walk by your side. All day, at others' beck and call, My work obscure is done, But off my shabby garments fall When comes the set of sun You may not know it, friend, but then I, walking by your side, Am crowned and sceptred, king of men. Let none my state deride; For when I turn my own latch-key My wife is at the stair, The baby claps her hands with glee, And I am royal there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ON A DEAD CHILD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |