No idle gold -- since this fine sun, my friend, Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend. No precious stones -- since these green mornings show Without a charge, their pearls where'er I go. No lifeless books -- since birds with their sweet tongues Will read aloud to me their happier songs. No painted scenes -- since clouds can change my skies A hundred times a day to please my eyes. No headstrong wine -- since while I drink the spring Into my eager ears will softly sing. No surplus clothes -- since every simple beast Can teach me to be happy with the least. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE ITALIAN MUSIC IN DAKOTA (THE SEVENTEENTH - THE FINEST REGIMENTAL BAND) by WALT WHITMAN |