FRAGMENT:‘ I WOULD NOT BE A KING’.

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!