Classic Poem

If the mind has wealth and rank,
One may make light of yellow gold
Rich pleasures pall ere long,
Simple joys deepen ever.
A mist-cloud hanging on the river bank,
Pink almond-flowers along the bough,
A flower-girt cottage beneath the moon,
A painted bridge half seen in shadow,
A golden goblet brimming with wine,
A friend with his hand on the lute
Take these and be content;
They will swell thy heart beneath thy robe.