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!
Fragment: 'i Would Not Be A King'
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poem topics: away, farewell, power, sun, ice, fortune, imperial, steep, love, I love you, king, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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