WHEN I am with my sweetheart kind, A happy youth am I; So great the wealth within my mind, I the whole world could buy. But when her swanlike arms I quit, In that sad hour of pain, Away my boasted wealth doth flit, And I am poor again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BLIND GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG A STRANGE MEETING by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE SONNET: 20. A FAREWELL by PHILIP SIDNEY ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |