I had a guinea golden - I lost it in the sand - And tho' the sum was simple And pounds were in the land - Still, had it such a value Unto my frugal eye - That when I could not find it- I sat me down to sigh. I had a crimson Robin - Who sang full many a day But when the woods were painted - He - too - did fly away - Time brought me other Robins - Their ballads were the same - Still, for my missing Troubadour I kept the "house at hame". I had a star in heaven - One "Pleiad" was it's name - And when I was not heeding, It wandered from the same - And tho' the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine - My story has a moral - I have a missing friend - "Pleiad" it's name - and Robin - And guinea in the sand - And when this mournful ditty Accompanied with tear - Shall meet the eye of traitor In country far from here - Grant that repentance solemn May seize opon his mind - And he no consolation Beneath the sun may find. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE POET AND HIS SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY PORTRAIT OF A LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |