THERE was a little beggar maid Who wed a king long, long ago; Of course the taste that he displayed Was criticised by folk who know Just what formalities and things Are due to beggar maids and kings. But straight the monarch made reply: "There is small difference, as I live, Between our stations! She and I Subsist on what the people give. We do not toil with strength or skill, And, pleasing Heaven, never will." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WORD TO THE WEST END by THOMAS ASHE LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN AUTUMN SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PARSON'S LOOKS by ROBERT BURNS |