I have never been rich before, But you have poured Into my heart's high door A golden hoard. My wealth is the vision shared, The sympathy, The feast of the soul prepared By you for me. Together we wander through The wooded ways. Old beauties are green and new Seen through your gaze. I look for no greater prize Than your soft voice. The steadiness of your eyes Is my heart's choice. I have never been rich before, But I divine Your step on my sunlit floor And wealth is mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE YEAR OF JUBILEE by HENRY CLAY WORK GOODS TRAIN AT NIGHT by KENNETH H. ASHLEY BUILDING THE LIBRARY, TOKYO UNIVERSITY; NIGHT SCENE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CAMP-FOLLOWER by MAXWELL BODENHEIM SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |