|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS MAJESTY, by THERON BROWN First Line: I'm king of the road! I gather Last Line: And nobody ask me why. | |||
I'M king of the road! I gather My toll on the world's highways. They pave the street for my royal feet, And the man in the wagon pays. With my sturdy heels I laugh at wheels; I hurry at no man's will, For the rich who ride my meat provide; They must feed the king to his fill. I'm king of the road! Before me My way lies over the land, With a wild rose train from meadow and lane And the hail of a song-bird band. They are slaves who team by wagon or steam: The footman carries the crown. What cares the tramp whose supper and camp Are waiting in every town? I'm king of the road all summer; In winter I still go free. Let the snow-blast come, in a nook I'll chum With a gipsy crew like me. I'll ask no shares with home-proud heirs; They're the scorn of my soul while I Can tread the floors of the great Out-doors, And nobody ask me why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE [EXCELLENT] BALLADE OF CHARITIE by THOMAS CHATTERTON THE FALLEN STAR by GEORGE DARLEY ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WIDOW'S MITE by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON BOTHWELL: PART 1 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING; A LAY OF ST. ROMWOLD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |
| |