A Rune of Riches

I have a golden ball, A big, bright, shining one, Pure gold; and it is all Mine.—It is the sun. I have a silver ball, A white and glistering stone That other people call The moon;—my very own! The jewel things that prick My cushion’s soft blue cover Are mine,—my stars, thick, thick, Scattered the sky all over. And everything that’s mine Is yours, and yours, and yours,⁠— The shimmer and the shine!⁠— Let’s lock our wealth out-doors!