Author Robert Burns O Could I give thee India's wealth As I this trifle send! Because thy joy in both would be — To share them with thy Friend. — But Golden Sands, Alas, ne'er grace The Heliconian stream: Then take, what Gold shall never buy — An honest Bard's esteem. — 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