The toys of a Tutankhamen Are under the king's high chair; The queen hath her doll-house in order With all of the miniatures there. But sometimes they sigh for the splendors -- The strays of the playbox hoard, The light of a Nightingale lantern, The glimmer of Arthur's sword, The bugle of Balaklava, The pipes in the Havelock van, The faith of a gearless Godiva, The ending to Kubla Khan. Tho' lost in the dominant seventh The hunters are down on their knees; They are after the strays of the playbox, For Luxor had nothing like these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION FOR THE ENTRANCE TO A WOOD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY ADDRESS TO DUMOURIER by ROBERT BURNS EPISTLE TO JOHN RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS THE POET'S CHOICE by ROBERT BURNS SOUND IN SILENCE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE AVENGER: INCIDENT IN ITALY by SAMUEL CARTER |