The only king by right divine
Is Ellen King, and were she mine
I'd strive for liberty no more,
But hug the glorious chains I wore.
Her bosom is an ivory throne,
Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ;
No subject vice dare interfere,
To check the power that governs here.
O! would she deign to rule my fate,
I'd worship Kings and kingly state,
And hold this maxim all life long,
The King — my King — can do no wrong.
You surely know how to wrote, I like each and every poem of yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A clever play on the word 'king'. Ellen King sounds like an attractive woman in every way.