Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE REIGN OF GOLD, by JOSEPH SKIPSEY


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First Line: It sounded in castle and palace
Last Line: "cling! Clang! For the reign of king gold."
Subject(s): Gold


It sounded in castle and palace,
It sounded in cottage and shed,
It sped over mountains and valleys,
And withered the earth as it sped;
Like a blast in its fell consummation
Of all that we holy should hold,
Thrilled, thrilled thro' the nerves of the nation
A cry for the reign of King Gold.

Up started the chiefs of the city,
And sending it back with a ring,
To the air of a popular ditty,
Erected a throne to the king:
'Twas based upon fiendish persuasions,
Cemented by crimes manifold:
Embellished by specious ovations
That dazzled the foes of King Gold.

The prey of unruly emotion,
The miner and diver go forth,
And the depths of the earth and the ocean
Are shorn of their lustre and worth;
The mountain is riven asunder,
The days of the valley are told;
And sinew, and glory, and grandeur,
Are sapped for a smile of King Gold.

Beguiled of their native demeanour,
The high rush with heirlooms and bays;
The poor with what gold cannot weigh, nor
The skill of the pedant appraise;
The soldier he spurs with his duty,
And lo! by the frenzy made bold,
The damsel glides with her beauty,
To garnish the brow of King Gold.

Accustomed to traffic forbidden
By honour — by heaven — each hour,
The purest, by conscience unchidden,
Laugh at the noble and pure;
And Chastity, rein'd in a halter,
Is led to the temple and sold.
Devotion herself, at the altar,
Yields homage alone to King Gold.

Affection, on whose honey blossom
The child of affliction still fed,
Affection is plucked from the bosom,
And malice implanted instead;
And dark grow the brows of the tender,
And colder the hearts of the cold.
Love, pity, and justice surrender
Their charge to the hounds of King Gold.

See, from the sear'd earth ascending,
A cloud o'er the welkin expands;
See, 'mid the dense vapour bending,
Pale women with uplifted hands.
Smokes thus to the bridegroom of Circe,
The dear blood of hundreds untold;
Invokes thus the angel of mercy
A curse on the reign of King Gold.

It sounded in castle and palace,
It sounded in cottage and shed,
It sped over mountains and valleys,
And withered the earth as it sped;
Like a blast in its fell consummation
Of all that we holy should hold,
Thrilled, thrilled thro' the nerves of the nation
"Cling! clang! for the reign of King Gold."




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