Gold -- of the blessedest sunshine, Gold -- of the yellow-bird's wing, Gold -- of the buttercup's blossom, And the dandelion of spring. Not the dark gold of the miner, Emblem of greed and unrest, But the rare, sweet gold of true living, This all your years have possessed. This is the metal of heaven, Where the streets are of shining gold, And there, in your youth eternal, Your wealth can never be told. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |