Author Thomas Macdonagh I HAVE not gathered gold; The fame that I won perished; In love I found but sorrow, That withered my life. Of wealth or of glory I shall leave nothing behind me (I think it, O God, enough!) But my name in the heart of a child. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments