I had a heart as good as gold For spending or for buying; It bought me many a hand to hold And many a breath for sighing. It bought me many a mouth to kiss, And many a secret token -- But what's the good of all of this Now that my heart is broken! My heart that once, as good as gold, Bought anything that mattered Is like a tale completely told, Like golden money scattered . . . But somewhere there's a heart so young It still can spare for spending Will sing the song that I have sung, Beginning with my ending. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK by SARA TEASDALE THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 15 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ORANGE BUDS BY MAIL FROM FLORIDA by WALT WHITMAN EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH OF JAMES HOGG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |