gold can stay.

Nothing gold can stay, said Frost.

All I want is gold that stays,

the shine on things,

the leaping heart of youthfulness

to stay.

All that glitters isn't gold, they said.

 

All I want is gold that remains,

the grasping joy of a longed for gift

to last.

I will come forth as gold, Job said.

All I want is gold from the fire,

the glowing purity of a tested heart,

the crucible's prize

to win.