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...CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE ON FILE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE BOTTOM DRAWER by MARY A. BARR THE GUEST OF PHINEUS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET GOOD-BYE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 45 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |