Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
A KingRobert Browning (18121889)
A K
In the morning of the world,
When Earth was nigher Heaven than now:
And the King’s locks curled
Disparting o’er a forehead full
As the milk-white space ’twixt horn and horn
Of some sacrificial bull.
Only calm as a babe new-born:
For he was got to a sleepy mood,
So safe from all decrepitude,
Age with its bane so sure gone by,
(The gods so loved him while he dreamed,)
That, having lived thus long, there seemed
No need the King should ever die.
Before his palace, in the sun,
He sat to see his people pass,
And judge them every one
From its threshold of smooth stone.