A pot of gold! O mistress fair, With eyes of brown that pass compare, Ere I on bended knee express The love which you already guess, I fain would ask a small affair. Hast thou, my dear, an ample share Of this world's goods? Will thy proud père Disgorge, to gild our blessedness, A pot of gold? Some swains for mental graces care; Some fall a prey to golden hair; I am not blind, I will confess, To intellect or comeliness; Still let these go beside, ma chère, A pot of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UNCLE ANANIAS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE FUTURE SPEAKS by LOUIS KAUFMAN ANSPACHER FIRMILIAN; A TRAGEDY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |