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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