Fragment: 'I Would Not Be a King'
I would not be a king--enoughOf 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 sunThaws in the height of noon.Then farewell, king, yet were I one,Care would not come so soon.Would he and I were far awayKeeping flocks on Himalay!
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