Yea, gold is son of Zeus: no rust Its timeless light can Stain; The worm that brings man's flesh to dust Assaults its Strength in vain: More gold than gold the love I sing, Ahard, inviolable thing. - Men say the passions should grow old With waning years; my heart Is Incorruptible as gold, 'Tis my immortal part: Nor is there any god can lay On love the finger of decay. |