| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Lyrics.
III. Yea, Gold Is Son of Zeus | | By Michael Field (Katherine Harris Bradley) (1846–1914) |
| | (From “Long Ago,” XXXVI)
YEA, gold is son of Zeus: no rust | |
| Its timeless light can stain; | |
| The worm that brings man’s flesh to dust | |
| Assaults its strength in vain: | |
| More gold than gold the love I sing, | 5 |
| A hard, inviolable thing. | |
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| Men say the passions should grow old | |
| With waning years; my heart | |
| Is incorruptible as gold, | |
| ’Tis my immortal part: | 10 |
| Nor is there any god can lay | |
| On love the finger of decay. | | | | |
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