English poem
And I, when age on age has rolled, shall sit on the royal…
by John Reade (1826–)
And I, when age on age has rolled, shall sit on the royal throne, And the King shall love his Vashti, his Beautiful, his own; And for the joy of what has been and what again shall be, I’ll try to bear this awful weight of lonely misery!
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