That lofty monarch, Monarch Mind, <br />Blue-blooded in coarse contry reigned; <br />Though he bedded in ermine, gorged on roast, <br />Pure Philosophy his love engrossed: <br />While subjects hungered, empty-pursed, <br />With stars, with angels, he conversed <br /> <br />Till, sick of their ruler's godling airs, <br />In one body thsoe earthborn commoners <br />Rose up and put royal nerves to the rack: <br />King Egg-Head saw his domain crack, <br />His crown usurped by the low brow <br />Of the base, barbarous Prince Ow.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/natural-history-2/
