Anne Reeve Aldrich

(1866-1892 / the USA)

A Crowned Poet - Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

IN thy coach of state
Pass, O King, along:
He no envy feels
To whom God giveth song.

Starving, still I smile,
Laugh at want and wrong:
He is fed and crowned
To whom God giveth song.

Better than all pomps
That to rank belong,—
One such dream as his
To whom God giveth song.

Let us greet, O King,
As we pass along:
He, too, is a king
To whom God giveth song.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010



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