Nature has made my mind a mint, My thoughts are coins, on which I live; The dies, with which I stamp my thoughts, Trees, blossoms, birds, and children give. Sometimes my die's a homeless man, Or babes that have no milk and perish; Sometimes it is a lady fair, Whose grace and loveliness I relish. But all my love-thoughts, until now, Were false to utter, and must cease; And not another coin must pass Without your image on each piece. So, you shall be my queen from now, Your face on every thought I utter; And I'll be rich -- although the world May judge my metal's worth no better. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB A LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE SPINNING-WHEEL (YONDERLAND SONG) by LYA BERGER |