That lofty monarch, Monarch Mind,
Blue-blooded in coarse contry reigned;
Though he bedded in ermine, gorged on roast,
Pure Philosophy his love engrossed:
While subjects hungered, empty-pursed,
With stars, with angels, he conversed
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A marvelous poem describing medieval times and history thats why i still think why plath committed suicide if all of her poems are so fascinating