Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
72
LVII. IN A DROP OF WATER.
I knew a mighty emperor,
He lived in a drop of water;
I saw him through a microscope,
A very king of slaughter!
“I'm monarch of the world!” he said,
“Some love and some abhor me,
But everywhere my will is law,
And myriads fall before me.”
He lived in a drop of water;
I saw him through a microscope,
A very king of slaughter!
“I'm monarch of the world!” he said,
“Some love and some abhor me,
But everywhere my will is law,
And myriads fall before me.”
No doubt his “majesty” was great,
While ran his little minute,
And might have been for longer time,
And done some mischief in it.
Had I not come and swept him up,
To him, and his, a mystery,
And made an end of his little big world,
And his mighty little history!
While ran his little minute,
And might have been for longer time,
And done some mischief in it.
Had I not come and swept him up,
To him, and his, a mystery,
And made an end of his little big world,
And his mighty little history!
| Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | |