No idle gold – since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
.
No precious stones – since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.
– William Henry Davies
No idle gold – since this fine sun, my friend,
Is no mean miser, but doth freely spend.
.
No precious stones – since these green mornings show,
Without a charge, their pearls where’er I go.
– William Henry Davies