Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ODE TO AN INDIAN GOLD COIN, WRITTEN IN CHERICAL, MALABAR, by JOHN LEYDEN Poet's Biography First Line: Slave of the dark and dirty mine! Last Line: Go mix thee with thy kindred clay! Subject(s): Gold | ||||||||
SLAVE of the dark and dirty mine! What vanity has brought thee here? How can I love to see thee shine So bright, whom I have bought so dear? -- The tent-ropes flapping lone I hear For twilight converse, arm in arm; The jackal's shriek bursts on mine ear When mirth and music wont to charm. By Cherical's dark wandering streams, Where cane-tufts shadow all the wild, Sweet visions haunt my waking dreams Of Teviot loved while still a child, Of castled rocks stupendous piled By Esk or Eden's classic wave, Where loves of youth and friendship smiled, Uncursed by thee, vile yellow slave! Fade, day-dreams sweet, from memory fade! -- The perish'd bliss of youth's first prime, That once so bright on fancy play'd, Revives no more in after time. Far from my sacred natal clime, I haste to an untimely grave; The daring thoughts that soar'd sublime Are sunk in ocean's southern wave. Slave of the mine! thy yellow light Gleams baleful as the tomb-fire drear. -- A gentle vision comes by night My lonely widow'd heart to cheer; Her eyes are dim with many a tear, That once were guiding stars to mine: Her fond heart throbs with many a fear! -- I cannot bear to see thee shine. For thee, for thee, vile yellow slave, I left a heart that loved me true! I cross'd the tedious ocean-wave, To roam in climes unkind and new. The cold wind of the stranger blew Chill on my wither'd heart: -- the grave Dark and untimely met my view -- And all for thee, vile yellow slave! Ha! comest thou now so late to mock A wanderer's banish'd heart forlorn, Now that his frame the lightning shock Of sun-rays tipt with death has borne? From love, from friendship, country, torn, To memory's fond regrets the prey, Vile slave, thy yellow dross I scorn! Go mix thee with thy kindred clay! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN SAW A BALL OF GOLD by RON PADGETT THE VINDICTIVES by ROBERT FROST BARELY COMPOSED by ALICE FULTON NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE UNGRATEFUL GARDEN by CAROLYN KIZER SUNKEN GOLD by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |
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