A Smith makes me To betray my Man In my first fight. To gather Gold At the world's end I am sent. The Gold I gather Comes into England Out of deep Water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear, But for The Thing. The Gold I gather A king covets For an ill use. The Gold I gather Is drawn up Out of deep Water. Like a shining Fish Then it descends Into deep Water. It is not given For goods or gear, But for The Thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS MEMORY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 1. SUNRISE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EASTER (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN MEMORIAM: J. MACMEIKIN; DIED APRIL 1883 by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |