King of All He Sees - A Royal Digression

1066 Sad day on Senlac Hill. King Harald takes an arrow Through his royal eye. And that Norman bastard, Duke William, steals his crown. Though it’s embroidery, Not tapestry, tells the tale, He finds himself the king of all he sees. 1297 Lord Warden of the March. His bones well-sheathed In tightly leathered muscle, He guards the Western shore, Ensconced in Carlisle Castle, And stalks the reavers’ trail Through Cumbria. He finds himself the king of all he sees. 1922 Mud-larking on the Thames. A muck rake in the hands Of a common man, Canvassing the northern bank ‘neath the trestle near Cannon Street Station, Searching for everyday treasures. He finds himself the king of all he sees.