Silver And Gold
jTarewell. m? Uttle sweetheart, Now fare you well and (ree; .,. I claim from you no promise, You claim no vovra trom rr.e. The reason whyl- the reason .;. Right well we c ui uuhold- I have too mach of sllver. And you've too much of gold A puzzle this, to wor'.dlings, Whose lovo to lucre flies. Who thlnk that gold to silver Should count as mutual prizel But I'm not avarlcioua. And you're not sordid souledj I have too much of silver. And you've too much of gold. Upon our heads the reasou Too plainly can be seen; I am the winter's bond slavo, You are the summer's queen. Too few the yeara you number. Too many I have told; I have too much of silver. And you've too much of gold. You have the rose for token, I have dry leaf and rime; I have the sobbing vesper, You, morninL; beils at chime. I would that I were yonnger (Yet you ktkw never old)- Would I had less of silver, But vou no less of erold.
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