Thomas Hood

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!