Author Karle Wilson Baker He nurses there among his crags His haughty schemes— And he may snatch my elfin purse That's stuffed with dreams; But I have wealth he cannot touch, Spoiler of kings! For I have tasted agony And worn joy's wings. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments