Ambition, and Other Poems/The Richest Stones

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The Richest Stones
My Wandering days have run their course,
 And Age is in my flesh and bones:
Of all the temples, domes, and towers,
 Where have I found the richest stones?

The little house where I was born,
 And where my early childhood lies,
Was built with solid blocks of gold,
 And all its walls had diamond-eyes!

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