 | The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems |  |
But would the Man of Lucre know
What riches from my labours flow—
A DREAM is my reply.
And who for wealth has ever pin'd,
That had a World within his mind,
Where every treasure he may find,
And joys that never die!
What riches from my labours flow—
A DREAM is my reply.
And who for wealth has ever pin'd,
That had a World within his mind,
Where every treasure he may find,
And joys that never die!
| The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems | |