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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lord of the Castle of Indolence</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">NOR did we lack our own right royal king,<br> The glory of our peaceful realm and race.<br>By no long years of restless travailing,<br> By no fierce wars or intrigues bland and base,<br>Did he attain his superlofty place;<br>But one fair day he lounging to the throne<br> Reclined thereon with such possessing grace<br>That all could see it was in sooth his own,<br>That it for him was fit and he for it alone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>He there reclined as lilies on a river,<br> All cool in sunfire, float in buoyant rest;<br>He stirred as flowers that in the sweet south quiver;<br> He moved as swans move on a lake’s calm breast,<br> Or clouds slow gliding in the golden west;<br>He thought as birds may think when ’mid the trees<br> Their joy showers music o’er the brood-filled nest;<br>He swayed us all with ever placid ease<br>As sways the throned moon her world-wide wandering seas.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>Look, as within some fair and princely hall<br> The marble statue of a god may rest,<br>Admired in silent reverence by all;<br> Soothing the weary brain and anguished breast,<br> By life’s sore burthens all-too-much oppressed,<br>With visions of tranquillity supreme;<br> So, self-sufficing, grand and bland and blest,<br>He dwelt enthroned, and whoso gazed did seem<br>Endowed with death-calm life in long unwistful dream.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>While others fumed and schemed and toiled in vain<br> To mould the world according to their mood,<br>He did by might of perfect faith refrain<br> From any part in such disturbance rude.<br> The world, he said, indeed is very good,<br>Its Maker surely wiser far than we;<br> Feed soul and flesh upon its bounteous food,<br>Nor fret because of ill; All-good is He,<br>And worketh not in years but in Eternity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>How men will strain to row against the tide,<br> Which yet must sweep them down in its career!<br>Or if some win their way and crown their pride,<br> What do they win? the desert wild and drear,<br> The savage rocks, the icy wastes austere,<br>Wherefrom the river’s turbid rills downflow<br> But he upon the waters broad and clear,<br>In harmony with all the winds that blow,<br>’Mid cities, fields and farms, went drifting to and fro.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI.<br>The king with constant heed must rule his realm,<br> The soldier faint and starve in marches long,<br>The sailor guide with sleepless care his helm,<br> The poet from sick languors soar in song:<br> But he alone amidst the troubled throng<br>In restful ease diffused beneficence;<br> Most like a mid-year noontide rich and strong,<br>That fills the earth with fruitful life intense,<br>And yet doth trance it all in sweetest indolence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII.<br>When summer reigns the joyous leaves and flowers<br> Steal imperceptibly upon the tree;<br>So stole upon him all his bounteous hours,<br> So passive to their influence seemed he,<br> So clothed they him with joy and majesty;<br>Basking in ripest summer all his time,<br> We blessed his shade and sang him songs of glee;<br>The dew and sunbeams fed his perfect prime,<br>And rooted broad and deep he broadly towered sublime.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VIII.<br>Thus could he laugh those great and generous laughs<br> Which made us love ourselves, the world, and him;<br>And while they rang we felt as one who quaffs<br> Some potent wine-cup dowered to the brim,<br> And straightway all things seem to reel and swim,—<br>Suns, moons, earth, stars sweep through the vast profound,<br> Wrapt in a golden mist-light warm and dim,<br>Rolled in a volume of triumphant sound;<br>So in that laughter’s joy the whole world carolled round.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IX.<br>The sea, the sky, wood, mountain, stream and plain,<br> Our whole fair world did serve him and adorn,<br>Most like some casual robe which he might deign<br> To use when kinglier vesture was not worn.<br> Was all its being by his soul upborne,<br>That it should render homage so complete?<br> The day and night, the even and the morn,<br>Seemed ever circling grateful round his feet,<br>“With Thee, through Thee we live this rich life pure and sweet!”</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">X.<br>For while he loved our broad world beautiful,<br> His placid wisdom penetrated it,<br>And found the lovely words but poor and dull<br> Beside the secret splendours they transmit,<br> The Heavenly things in earthly symbols writ:<br>He knew the blood-red sweetness of the vine,<br> Yet did not therefore at the revel sit;<br>But straining out the very wine of wine,<br>Lived calm and pure and glad in drunkenness divine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XI.<br>Without an effort the imperial sun<br> With ever ample life of light doth feed<br>The spheres revolving round it every one:<br> So all his heart and soul and thought and deed<br> Flowed freely forth for every brother’s need;<br>He knew no difference between good and ill,<br> But as the sun doth nourish flower and weed<br>With self-same bounty, he too ever still<br>Lived blessing all alike with equal loving will.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XII.<br>The all-bestowing sun is clothed with splendour,<br> The all-supporting sun doth reign supreme;<br>So must eternal justice ever render<br> Each unsought payment to its last extreme:<br> Thus he most rich in others’ joy did seem,<br>And reigned by servitude all-effortless;<br> For heaven and earth must vanish like a dream<br>Ere such a soul divine can know distress,<br>Whom all the laws of Life conspire to love and bless.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Thomson">James Thomson</a></strong></div>