Cambyses is the name men call me. King
Of Persia once and Egypt. At my feet
Ten million human worms did crawl and eat
The dust my sandals trod in, hallowing.
I spared none. Who was I to spare or fling
Honours to traitors, praise to fools, or greet
With honied words strut peacocks; so they bleat
On books to babes and fools, but I was King!
Aye, King was I, and King am still! What though
In this wide land no heart but to the brim
Ferments with heady hatred of me. Grow
Ye secret seeds of cowardice! My whim
Regards you not. Come, Death! Men call you foe;
Cambyses orders you attend on him.

School poems