With thy true love I have more wealth <br />Than Charon's piled-up bank doth hold; <br />Where he makes kings lay down their crowns <br />And life-long misers leave their gold. <br /> <br />Without thy love I've no more wealth <br />Than seen upon that other shore; <br />That cold, bare bank he rows them to - <br />Those kings and misers made so poor.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-or-poor/
