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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Katharine LeeBates

1363 A Song of Riches

WHAT will you give to a barefoot lass,

Morning with breath like wine?

Wade, bare feet! In my wide morass

Starry marigolds shine.

Alms, sweet Noon, for a barefoot lass,

With her laughing looks aglow!

Run, bare feet! In my fragrant grass

Golden buttercups blow.

Gift, a gift for a barefoot lass,

O twilight hour of dreams!

Rest, bare feet, by my lake of glass,

Where the mirrored sunset gleams.

Homeward the weary merchants pass,

With the gold bedimmed by care.

Little they wis that the barefoot lass

Is the only millionaire.