There's a king in our house, and we bow to his crown Despite every boast of Democracy, free, No ermine he wears, nor purple his gown, Yet still he is king over mother and me. His place is secure, though dynasties fall, And yet like a tyrant he reigns from his throne, An absolute monarch, we dance at his call, Nor dare to refuse, or his service postpone. We call him King Robert (though his name's Robert James), But little he cares for his titles of state, He accepts them as due, and his manner proclaims That they are his right, and admit no debate. Of course you have guessed who King Robert must be, And why we are proud to serve in his train, He's the baby that came to mother and me And added a world to our family domain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER |