True gold will never tarnish, so they say,
And keeps its color bright through muck and age;
It never oxidizes green or gray:
When other metals blacken, gold's the gauge
By which to measure their obscurity.
But what of gold forgotten in a vault?
What is the value of its purity?
It does not shine, but not from its own fault.
Such gold would be as valued as the rest
If it were seen, and being aired again,
Being still gold, it is as purely blessed
As when it was put by - as she does, when
Having forgotten how good she can be
I turn to her again and she loves me.
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