An Anchored Crown

He wore his learning like a crown
of anchors arrayed about his head,
so big with knowledge and wit and renown
that it always ached when he retired to bed.
So heavy was its cumbrous make
that it sank him into the abyss of sleep
and in the morning, when finally awake,
he drowned, for he did but lay and weep.

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