
The poem describes a monarch who has lost his power and influence, now reduced to a mere figurehead. He sits on his throne, surrounded by the remnants of his former glory, but his authority is no longer respected. The people have turned against him, and he is left with nothing but memories of his past greatness.
By James Whitcomb Riley · First published 1880 · Genre: Poetry, Fantasy, Romanticism · 434 words
They rode right out of the morning sun -- A glimmering, glittering cavalcade Of knights and ladies and every one In princely sheen arrayed; And the king of them all, O he rode ahead, With a helmet of gold, and a plume of red That spurted about in the breeze and bled In the bloom of the everglade.
And they rode high over the dewy lawn, With brave, glad banners of every hue That rolled in ripples, as they rode on In splendor, two and two; And the tinkling links of the golden reins Of the steeds they rode rang such refrains As the castanets in a dream of Spain's Intensest gold and blue.
The King is listed on Textopian as a poem by James Whitcomb Riley, dated 1880 CE.
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Poetry · American Literature · 19th Century · Folklore · Mythology · King Figure · Symbolism · Allegory · Social Commentary · Satire · Humor · Irony