 The royal feast was done; the King Sought some new sport to banish care, And to his jester cried: "Sir Fool, Kneel now, and make for us a prayer!" The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; , They could not see the bitter...  Poems - Page 62by Edward Rowland Sill - 1887 - 112 pagesFull view - About this book
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