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Free trade
the world is too little for us
for our merchants and tenants
our lands and all our loves
wrapped up in paper
I would not open it to see
what gold could do
a loss I could hardly bear
but for infinite comfort
Poems on the topic: trade
Poems on the topic “trade” on Poets.by.
Tools
we hear nothing till matters settle
of the vast trade of money at dear rates
an audience full of weak hands
and seahorse teeth
having love for the high ground
that great taffeta the world wears
Trader
To China by ship
we make the globe pay.
Returned to my corn,
I knock six times
upon the ground.
Trade
It might have been two hundred years ago,
For all the difference in her way or mine,
That her canoe, with paddle dipping slow,
Just as the sunset ran to embers low,
Stopped at my rocky door.
With fish and basketwork she plied her trade,
And I, to help a little money last,
Answered her barter with a coat I made
Of coloured wool--oh, many seasons past!
We were both satisfied!
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