Here you will find the Poem Lear of poet Thomas Hood
A poor old king, with sorrow for my crown, Throned upon straw, and mantled with the wind? For pity, my own tears have made me blind That I might never see my children's frown; And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrown A folded fillet over my dark mind, So that unkindly speech may sound for kind? Albeit I know not.?I am childish grown? And have not gold to purchase wit withal? I that have once maintain'd most royal state? A very bankrupt now that may not call My child, my child?all beggar'd save in tears, Wherewith I daily weep an old man's fate, Foolish?and blind?and overcome with years!
