My wandering days have run their course, And Age is in my flesh and bones: Of all the temples, domes, and towers, Where have I found the richest stones? The little house where I was born, And where my early childhood lies, Was built with solid blocks of gold, And all its walls had diamond-eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |