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Gold Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

−0.2276 − 0.3274i

Drawing the boundary…

The Miller of the Dee

by Charles Mackay

−0.2146 − 0.3473i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Gold Song

by Nora Hopper Chesson

"Gold of butterflies, gold of bees, 
Gold of ragweeds and golden seas; 
Gold on gorses for kissing's sake, 
Which of these will you touch and take, 
Moirin, Moirin?" 

Golden butterfly's not for me, 
I'll ha' none o' the golden bee: 
My heart of gold shall not beat nor break, 
Though I love the gorses for kissing's sake, 
Mother, Mother! 

"Then rest you merry, through heat and cold, 
Sweet lips of cherry, sweet heart of gold; 
Yet Gold-Heart surely shall come some day 
To cry for gray wings to fly away, 
Moirin, Moirin!" 

The Miller of the Dee

by Charles Mackay

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn till night—
No lark more blithe than he;
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be:
"I envy nobody—no, not I—
And nobody envies me!"
 
"Thou'rt wrong, my friend," said good King Hal,
"As wrong as wrong can be;
For could my heart be light as thine,
I'd gladly change with thee.
And tell me now, what makes thee sing,
With voice so loud and free,
While I am sad, though I'm a king,
Beside the river Dee?"
 
The miller smiled and doffed his cap,
"I earn my bread," quoth he;
"I love my wife, I love my friend,
I love my children three;
I owe no penny I cannot pay,
I thank the river Dee
That turns the mill that grinds the corn
That feeds my babes and me."
 
"Good friend," said Hal, and sighed the while,
"Farewell, and happy be;
But say no more, if thou'dst be true
That no one envies thee;
Thy mealy cap is worth my crown,
Thy mill my kingdom's fee;
Such men as thou art England's boast,
O miller of the Dee!"

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