Nay, I am not a poet; this is my refrain,
A simple, childish, unadorned complaint,
That in my short and uneventful reign
I have not been enough of hero, or of saint.
A simple, childish, unadorned complaint,
That in my short and uneventful reign
I have not been enough of hero, or of saint.
I have not scaled the mountains of renown,
Nor plumbed the depths of sorrow, or of sin,
Nor seen the world, nor worn a starry crown,
Nor heard the voices of the seraphim.
Nor plumbed the depths of sorrow, or of sin,
Nor seen the world, nor worn a starry crown,
Nor heard the voices of the seraphim.