Am I thy Gold? Or Purse, Lord, for thy Wealth; Whether in mine, or mint refinde for thee? Ime counted so, but count me o're thyselfe, Lest gold washt face, and brass in Heart I bee. I Feare my Touchstone touches when I try Mee, and my Counted Gold too overly. Am I new minted by thy Stamp indeed? Mine Eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see. Be thou my Spectacles that I may read Thine Image, and Inscription stampt on mee. If thy bright Image do upon me stand I am a Golden Angell in thy hand. Lord, make my Soule thy Plate: thine Image bright Within the Circle of the same enfoile. And on its brims in golden Letters write Thy Superscription in an Holy style. Then I shall be thy Money, thou my Hord: Let me thy Angell bee, bee thou my Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE NEW CRUSADE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THEIR VERY MEMORY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FANCY-LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |