Because 'twas Riches I could own, Myself had earned it - Me, I knew the Dollars by their names - It feels like Poverty An Earldom out of sight to hold, An Income in the Air, Possession - has a sweeter chink Unto a Miser's Ear | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS IN A CERTAIN APPROPRIATE MODE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS LONGING FOR HEAVEN by ANNE BRADSTREET THE WOODLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |