I have golden shoes <br />To make me fleet. <br />They are like the wind <br />Underneath my feet. <br />When my lover's kiss <br />Is overbold, <br />I can run away <br />In my shoes of gold. <br />Nay, when I am shod <br />With this bright fire, <br />I am forced to run <br />From my own desire. <br />From the love I love <br />Whose arms enfold <br />I must run away <br />In my shoes of gold.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-golden-shoes/
