{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy093.htm","path":"neu/yeats/lpy/lpy093.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/yeats/lpy/lpy093.htm","text":"As I came over Windy Gap\n They threw a halfpenny into my cap,\n For I am running to Paradise;\n And all that I need do is to wish\n And somebody puts his hand in the dish\n To throw me a bit of salted fish:\n And there the king is but as the beggar.\nMy brother Mourteen is worn out\n With skelping his big brawling lout,\n And I am running to Paradise;\n A poor life do what he can,\n And though he keep a dog and a gun,\n A serving maid and a serving man:\n And there the king is but as the beggar.\nPoor men have grown to be rich men,\n And rich men grown to be poor again,\n And I am running to Paradise;\n And many a darling wit's grown dull\n That tossed a bare heel when at school,\n Now it has filled an old sock full:\n And there the king is but as the beggar. p. 211\nThe wind is old and still at play\n While I must hurry upon my way,\n For I am running to Paradise;\n Yet never have I lit on a friend\n To take my fancy like the wind\n That nobody can buy or bind:\n And there the king is but as the beggar.","title":"Later Poems of Yeats: Responsibilities (1914): Running to...","type":"page"}