I have no riches but my thoughts, Yet these are wealth enough for me

I have no riches but my thoughts,Yet these are wealth enough for me;My thoughts of you are golden coinsStamped in the mint of memory;And I must spend them all in song,For thoughts, as well as gold, must beLeft on the hither side of deathTo gain their immortality.

When I am all aloneEnvy me most,Then my thoughts flutter round meIn a glimmering host;Some dressed in silver,Some dressed in white,Each like a taperBlossoming light;Most of them merry,Some of them grave,Each of them litheAs willows that wave;Some bearing violets,Some bearing bay,One with a burning roseHidden away–When I am all aloneEnvy me then,For I have better friends Than women and men.

I know the stars by their names,Aldebaran, Altair,And I know the path they takeUp heaven's broad blue stair.I know secrets of menBy the look of their eyes,Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughtsHave made me sad and wise.But your eyes are dark to meThough they seem to call and call–I cannot tell if you love meOr do not love me at all.I know many things,But the years come and go,I shall die not knowingThe thing I long to know.

You took my empty dreamsAnd filled them every oneWith tenderness and nobleness,April and the sun.The old empty dreamsWhere my thoughts would throngAe far too full of happinessTo even hold a song.Oh, the empty dreams were dimAnd the empty dreams were wide,They were sweet and shadowy housesWhere my thoughts could hide.