Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 171

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CLXXI GOLD
I have not loved the gold of the mine.
 I have not loved the image of gold.
But I have loved the gold divine
 That springs in April from the mould;
And I have loved to see thee shine,
 Thou Sun, that makest all things gold!

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