Classic Poem

I OWE no map allegiance,
I am prince, I'm king, I'm czar,
My courier winds bring odors
From Arabian fields afar;
I drink the wine of sunset,
I drain the cup of noon,
December is a bliss to me,
An ecstasy is June.

The morning is a rapture,
The midnight is a mood,
I sit at feasts of fancy,
Where Gods confer the food;
And then the vision passes,
From joy to grief and gloom, —
And I see a Poet dying
In a narrow little room.