Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'

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Title:     Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley [More Titles by Shelley]

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!

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Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem: Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'

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