I HAD a guinea golden; | |
I lost it in the sand, | |
And though the sum was simple, | |
And pounds were in the land, | |
Still had it such a value | 5 |
Unto my frugal eye, | |
That when I could not find it | |
I sat me down to sigh. | |
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I had a crimson robin | |
Who sang full many a day, | 10 |
But when the woods were painted | |
He, too, did fly away. | |
Time brought me other robins,— | |
Their ballads were the same,— | |
Still for my missing troubadour | 15 |
I kept the “house at hame.” | |
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I had a star in heaven; | |
One Pleiad was its name, | |
And when I was not heeding | |
It wandered from the same. | 20 |
And though the skies are crowded, | |
And all the night ashine, | |
I do not care about it, | |
Since none of them are mine. | |
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My story has a moral: | 25 |
I have a missing friend,— | |
Pleiad its name, and robin, | |
And guinea in the sand,— | |
And when this mournful ditty, | |
Accompanied with tear, | 30 |
Shall meet the eye of traitor | |
In country far from here, | |
Grant that repentance solemn | |
May seize upon his mind, | |
And he no consolation | 35 |
Beneath the sun may find. | |