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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
By William H. Davies (1871–1940)
WHEN I had money, money, O!
  I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
  Came knocking all day at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds        5
  A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
  Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
  How poor men’s hearts are ever light;        10
And how their wives do hum like bees
  About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
  And see the rich ones, coldly frown—
Poor men, think I, need not go up        15
  So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
  My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
  My friends are real, though very few.        20

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