DARK is the night, and fitful and drearily Rushes the wind like the waves of the sea: Little care I, as here I sit cheerily, Wife at my side and my baby on knee. King, king, crown me the king: Home is the kingdom, and Love is the king! Flashes the firelight upon the dear faces, Dearer and dearer as onward we go, Forces the shadow behind us, and places Brightness around us with warmth in the glow. King, king, crown me the king: Home is the kingdom, and Love is the king! Flashes the lovelight, increasing the glory, Beaming from bright eyes with warmth of the soul, Telling of trust and content the sweet story, Lifting the shadows that over us roll. King, king, crown me the king: Home is the kingdom, and Love is the king! Richer than miser with perishing treasure, Served with a service no conquest could bring; Happy with fortune that words cannot measure, Light-hearted I on the hearthstone can sing. King, king crown me the king: Home is the kingdom, and Love is the king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES OH! SUSANNA! by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER TO FINE LADY WOULD-BE by BEN JONSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS |