William Ernest Henley (1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)
Poems of William Ernest Henley
|161.||We Shall Surely Die||4/12/2010|
|162.||We'll go No More A-Roving||4/12/2010|
|163.||What Have I Done For You||4/12/2010|
|164.||What Is To Come||4/12/2010|
|165.||When The Wind Storms By With A Shout||4/12/2010|
|166.||When You Are Old||4/12/2010|
|167.||When You Wake In Your Crib||4/12/2010|
|168.||Where Forlorn Sunsets Flare And Fade||4/12/2010|
|169.||While The West Is Paling||4/12/2010|
|170.||Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So?||4/12/2010|
|171.||You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song||4/12/2010|
|172.||Your Heart Has Trembled To My Tongue||4/12/2010|
If I Were King
If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.
Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,