O MY golden ducats dear, Tell me why ye are not here? Are ye with the golden fishes Which within the stream so gaily Leap and splash and wriggle daily? Are ye with the golden flow'rets Which, o'er green fields scattered lightly, In the morning dew gleam brightly? Are ye with the golden bird-kins Which we see in happy chorus In the blue skies hov'ring o'er us? Are ye with the golden planets Which in radiant crowds each even Smile in yonder distant heaven? Ye, alas, my golden ducats, Swim not in the streamlet bright, Sparkle not on meadow green, Hover not in skies serene, Smile not in the heavens by night. -- Creditors, with greedy paws, Hold you safely in their claws. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD DIRGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EDGE by CHARLOTTE FARRINGTON BABCOCK IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: GOD IS MY WITNESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |