Gold! and gold! and besides the gold,
The very robe of the infant told
A tale of wealth in every fold,
It lapp'd her like a vapor!
So fine! so thin! the mind at a loss
Could compare it to nothing except a cross
Of cobweb with bank-note paper.
LIII.
Then her pearls—'twas a perfect sight, forsooth,
To see them, like "the dew of her youth,"