King Hubert, he went to the forest in state, In glitter and gold, on a sunshiny day, And commanded his train in the shadow to wait, While a herald proclaimed in the following way: "His Imperial Majesty, Hubert the Second, Since the nightingale's voice is quite musical reckoned, Is graciously pleased, as the day seems too long, To command that the nightingale sing him a song!" The court all stood waiting for what might befall; But somehow, no nightingale answered the call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |