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Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray


The King On The Tower


The cold gray hills they bind me around,
The darksome valleys lie sleeping below,
But the winds as they pass o'er all this ground,
Bring me never a sound of woe!

Oh! for all I have suffered and striven,
Care has embittered my cup and my feast;
But here is the night and the dark blue heaven,
And my soul shall be at rest.

O golden legends writ in the skies!
I turn towards you with longing soul,
And list to the awful harmonies
Of the Spheres as on they roll.

My hair is gray and my sight nigh gone;
My sword it rusteth upon the wall;
Right have I spoken, and right have I done:
When shall I rest me once for all?

O blessed rest! O royal night!
Wherefore seemeth the time so long
Till I see you stars in their fullest light,
And list to their loudest song? 



                      William Makepeace Thackeray


William Makepeace Thackeray's other poems:
  1. A Woeful New Ballad of the Protestant Conspiracy to Take the Popes Life
  2. The King Of Brentfords Testament
  3. Mrs. Katherines Lantern
  4. A Doe in the City
  5. Lines upon My Sisters Portrait


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