Poetry Gold
A DOMESTIC DIALOGUE " Au. gold is fled," I hear you say, From this poor realm of ours to-day Rapacious men from foreign lands With systematic sinuous hands Have borne it off across the sea Till none is left for you and me." Courage, my love, for I will make A list of gold that none can take.
Veined gold of drooping chestmd leaves ; Starred gold of stonecrop on the eaves ; Frail flattened coins that shake and spin Between the bireh-tree's fingers thin ; Lace-gold of bracken; gold that lies Heaped in the cornfields' treasuries ; Gold of sharp quince, smooth bergamot, Silk plum and velvet apricot,
Marigold, musk and tormentil- These, look, and these, are with us still.
Heavy and sad, you shake your head : " Even these, and these, will soon be dead." Weil, and what then ? We still can share The gleam of gold that lingers there Entrapped in our Betsinda's hair.
JAN STIR:THE&
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