Works in the Herald 1937
Today my hand was at the helm
Of a great ship of state;
I ruled a vast and varied realm,
My law inviolate.
I bade men come, and, lo, they came,
To sing, to speak of war or peace
Till I grew weary of the game,
And bade them cease.
First came a politiciam who
Poured forth a flood in verbal streams.
With honeyed phrases first he'd sue
My sovereign favor for his schemes,
Then, primed with ills thro' all my land,
He proffered me a bitter cup.
He made me tired. I raised my hand,
And shut him up.
Next came a governor who spoke
Suave words. As I gave audience,
I slept a while. Then I awoke.
And, with a getsure, sent him hence.
Came then a scholar to beseech
For some dry theory my support;
But in the middle of his speech
I cut him short.
Oh, I was emperor today,
Power rested at my finger's tip.
I'd but to move it and, straighway,
Seal on the instant every lip.
My sway was absolute. At choice
I bade them speak or else be still
And not a man might raise his voice
Against my will.
"Let there be music!" I decreed;
And minstrelsy swelled everywhere,
Now this, now that, to serve my need,
With themes melodious filled the air.
But came a mournful wight who moaned
With sorrow of a lover's lot.
I gestured, as I sat enthroned;
And he was not.
So, as my royal fancy turned,
There came musicians great and small;
And some were welcomed, some were spurned,
Till I grew weary of it all.
My regal robes I fain would doff
And rest awhile my august head,
And so I turned the wireless off
And went to bed.
Herald, 18 March 1937, p6