CHILD'S SONG

By Algernon Charles Swinburne

What is gold worth, say,

Worth for work or play,

Worth to keep or pay,

Hide or throw away,

Hope about or fear?

What is love worth, pray?

Worth a tear?

Golden on the mould

Lie the dead leaves rolled

Of the wet woods old,

Yellow leaves and cold,

Woods without a dove;

Gold is worth but gold;

Love's worth love.