A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book of one that made his mind Live by its sweet simplicity: Then must I laugh at kings who sit In richest chambers, signing scrolls; And princes cheered in public ways, And stared at by a thousand fools. Let me be free to wear my dreams, Like weeds in some mad maiden's hair, When she doth think the earth has not Another maid so rich and fair; And proudly smiles on rich and poor, The queen of all fair women then: So I, dressed in my idle dreams, Will think myself the king of men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NATURE'S QUESTIONING by THOMAS HARDY SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY THE HOMECOMING by THOMAS HARDY THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY |