FAR away on Himalay, I would not be a king, enough Of woe it is to love; The path to power is steep and rough, And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun, Thaws in the height of noon. Then farewell, king; yet were I one, Care would not come so soon, Would he and I were far away, Keeping flocks on Himalay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME by PATRICK SARSFIELD GILMORE MENAPHON: DORON'S JIG by ROBERT GREENE ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON KNOWLEDGE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AS NIGHT COMES by CHARLES G. ADAMS |