Kings, who would have good subjects, must Be loyal subjects in themselves: We poets – like women with their hair – Who sing before a looking-glass, Can count our loyal subjects, there! You, who have found young Cupid's thumb So soft and white, from constant sucking – Sit down and think how sweet it was: Until your poet, grown sincere, Can sing without his robe or glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPANDED COMPOSITION by CLARENCE MAJOR ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON THE BRINK by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY A WARRIOR'S PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ICH DIEN by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST THE SONG OF THE LIGHT-HEARTED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |