WHEN I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp; When I could not sleep for cold, I had fire enough in my brain, And builded, with roofs of gold, My beautiful castles in Spain! Since then I have toiled day and night, I have money and power good store, But I'd give all my lamps of silver bright, For the one that is mine no more; Take, Fortune, whatever you choose, You gave, and may snatch again; I have nothing 't would pain me to lose, For I own no more castles in Spain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REASONS FOR DRINKING by HENRY ALDRICH LAST LINES OF THOMAS INGOLDSBY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL |