My wealth is like the splashing tide
It comes and goes to mind
A pauper's donkey I bestride
On top the dreams that bind
With empty pockets inside out
A heart of purest gold
My love will light your darkest doubt
Until your will unfolds
No castles are within my lot
Perhaps a county fair
A crown of jewels I haven't got
Sit in my peacock chair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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