English poem
BALLAD. (I lock'd up all my treasure)
by Anonymous
I lock'd up all my treasure, I journey'd many a mile, And by my grief did measure The passing time the while.
My business done and over, I hasten'd back amain; Like an expecting lover, To view it once again.
But this delight was stifled As it began to dawn: I found the casket rifled, And all my treasure gone.