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WHAT I HAVE.
Let me pass then, as a spendthrift, with a single golden coinI shall never risk or barter, for a kingdom or a mine;Not for bread would I exchange it, tho' the wolf should gnaw my bones,Not for pearls of purest water, not for wealth of priceless stones.
Nor the child I dearest cherish, shall inherit with my landThis, my chiefest of resources, shut within a dying hand;Not too costly for the passage of the dark and silent sea,If but Love, star-crowned, immortal, shall afford me company.
