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1837–1909

CHILD'S SONG

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.

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