Living
I would not be a king
From Poems of 1821
Living
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!
Cite this poem
MLA
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “I would not be a king.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/113/.
Chicago
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “I would not be a king.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/113/.
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