I shall have a gold room When I am a queen, With a poppy-perfume And a jewelled screen; You may come and see me Any time you will If you wear a green coat And a gold frill; I shall keep a black slave Hidden in the wall, Waiting to admit you When you come to call, And if you displease me So that I am bored, I will have him kill you With a gold sword. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISAPPOINTMENT by APHRA BEHN A TRAGIC STORY by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE FIRST BUD O' THE YEAR by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN AN EPITAPH UPON DOCTOR BROOKE by RICHARD CRASHAW MOURN'ST THOU NOW? by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE |