23 <br /> <br />I had a guinea golden— <br />I lost it in the sand— <br />And tho' the sum was simple <br />And pounds were in the land— <br />Still, had it such a value <br />Unto my frugal eye— <br />That when I could not find it— <br />I sat me down to sigh. <br /> <br />I had a crimson Robin— <br />Who sang full many a day <br />But when the woods were painted, <br />He, too, did fly away— <br /> <br />Time brought me other Robins— <br />Their ballads were the same— <br />Still, for my missing Troubador <br />I kept the "house at hame." <br /> <br />I had a star in heaven— <br />One "Pleiad" was its name— <br />And when I was not heeding, <br />It wandered from the same. <br />And tho' the skies are crowded— <br />And all the night ashine— <br />I do not care about it— <br />Since none of them are mine. <br /> <br />My story has a moral— <br />I have a missing friend— <br />"Pleiad" its name, and Robin, <br />And guinea in the sand. <br />And when this mournful ditty <br />Accompanied with tear— <br />Shall meet the eye of traitor <br />In country far from here— <br />Grant that repentance solemn <br />May seize upon his mind— <br />And he no consolation <br />Beneath the sun may find.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-had-a-guinea-golden/
