Classic Poem

There is a gold unlocked by miser's key
And gold is found in lees of sparkling wine,
And there is gold along the swaying vine
Where yellow half-blown roses drooping be;
Gold and to spare among the sands at sea
And palest gold in saffron stars that shine;
And gold deep-digged from many a hidden mine
And golden leaves upon the willow tree.

But all this aureate glitter is for naught
When I in dreamful mood my love behold,
Crowned with her tangled locks of tawny gold
Like corn-silk in the breeze's meshes caught.
None other gold may match it, none so fair
As that which gathers in a woman's hair.