A Craven



I who was crowned King am now bereft
Of crown and treasure.
I, who was Monarch, have no good thing left
To give me pleasure.

I had my treasure guarded faithfully,
By one sure heart—
My crown seemed mine to all eternity
But both depart.
I am discrownèd and my treasure flies
Out of these arms, away from these sad eyes.

I faced the world and proved myself a man,
In word & deed.
I knew my treasure safe and foremost ran
To others' need.
What comfort can I give thee now 0 friend—
Seeing both crown & treasure are at end?

Oh give me back my old life's crown again,
My old life's treasure—
I have been tested and I shrank the pain
Let me taste pleasure—
O give me back my treasure in my breast—
Only for this life—God shall judge the rest—