166 <br /> <br />I met a King this afternoon! <br />He had not on a Crown indeed, <br />A little Palmleaf Hat was all, <br />And he was barefoot, I'm afraid! <br /> <br />But sure I am he Ermine wore <br />Beneath his faded Jacket's blue— <br />And sure I am, the crest he bore <br />Within that Jacket's pocket too! <br /> <br />For 'twas too stately for an Earl— <br />A Marquis would not go so grand! <br />'Twas possibly a Czar petite— <br />A Pope, or something of that kind! <br /> <br />If I must tell you, of a Horse <br />My freckled Monarch held the rein— <br />Doubtless an estimable Beast, <br />But not at all disposed to run! <br /> <br />And such a wagon! While I live <br />Dare I presume to see <br />Another such a vehicle <br />As then transported me! <br /> <br />Two other ragged Princes <br />His royal state partook! <br />Doubtless the first excursion <br />These sovereigns ever took! <br /> <br />I question if the Royal Coach <br />Round which the Footmen wait <br />Has the significance, on high, <br />Of this Barefoot Estate!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-met-a-king-this-afternoon/
