No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. No precious stones -- since these green mornings show Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go. No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues Will read aloud to me their happier songs. No painted scenes -- since clouds can change my skies A hundred times a day to please my eyes. No headstrong wine -- since while I drink the spring Into my eager ears will softly sing. No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast Can teach me to be happy with the least. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOUCHSTONE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FEAR AND LOVE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YESTERDAY by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN FIGHT! (HARVARD-DARTMOUTH FOOTBALL GAME, 1908) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |