IF I were King, my pipe should be premier. The skies of time and chance are seldom clear; We would inform them all with azure weather. Delight alone would need to shed a tear, For dream and deed should war no more together. Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear; Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather; And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere, If I were King. But politics should find no harbour near; The Philistine should dread to slip his tether; Tobacco should be duty free, and beer; In fact, in room of this, the age of leather, An age of gold all radiant should appear, If I were King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ODES III, 29 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |