What price, child, shall I pay for your bright eyes <br />(How large a debt!) the light they shed on me? <br />What for your cheeks, so red in their surprise, <br />Your lips, your hands, your maiden gestures free, <br />Your fair brows crowned with grave nobility, <br />All the delight which in your presence lies, <br />The words unsaid, the deeds which dare not be, <br />The dreams undreamed, my meed of Paradise? <br />--Nay, I can pay naught; your poor bankrupt I, <br />Since gold may not nor frankincense nor myrrh <br />Serve my account nor any gift of kings. <br />Yet be my wealth yours, joys that fools deny, <br />Knowledge of life, love, power as presbyter, <br />The wit to teach youth's zeal to use its wings.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/youth-and-knowledge/
