WEALTH

With wealth
The litter and glitter,
Your art will increase
The heights of tomb and Taj

Alas, alas, what waste
my tears sigh,
Proving the love
in marble and earthy mound

Unfit for tombs and hearse
I adore my hermitage
On some lonely stars
Pruning love in sweet verse

Alas, alas, what erudite
Fastidious tongue holds,
begging heavenly azure;
Quailing my masonry free

With wealth
The chosen and the few,
My art will increase
The heights of state and spirit

Alas, alas, what fire
Your vault aflame
Nothing I look
That does not burn to ashes and grey

With wealth
The chosen and the few…