Διὸς παῖς ὁ χρυσός, κεῖνον οὐ σῆς οὐδὲ κὶσ δάπτει,
YEA, gold is son of Zeus : no rust
Its timeless light can stain ;
The worm that brings man's flesh to dust
Assaults its strength in vain :
More gold than gold the love I sing,
A hard, inviolable thing.
Men say the passions should grow old
With waning years ; my heart
Is incorruptible as gold,
'Tis my immortal part:
Nor is there any god can lay
On love the finger of decay.