FAR away on Himalay, I would not be a king, enough Of woe it is to love; The path to power is steep and rough, And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun, Thaws in the height of noon. Then farewell, king; yet were I one, Care would not come so soon, Would he and I were far away, Keeping flocks on Himalay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO CHILDREN: 4. THE FAIRY REALM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET UNDERTONES by GRACE HOLBROOK BLOOD THE THREE PLEASURES by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |