O MY golden ducats dear, Tell me why ye are not here? Are ye with the golden fishes Which within the stream so gaily Leap and splash and wriggle daily? Are ye with the golden flow'rets Which, o'er green fields scattered lightly, In the morning dew gleam brightly? Are ye with the golden bird-kins Which we see in happy chorus In the blue skies hov'ring o'er us? Are ye with the golden planets Which in radiant crowds each even Smile in yonder distant heaven? Ye, alas, my golden ducats, Swim not in the streamlet bright, Sparkle not on meadow green, Hover not in skies serene, Smile not in the heavens by night. -- Creditors, with greedy paws, Hold you safely in their claws. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 19. TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |