I'm trying to find a poem by Patience Strong that begins with: Dip your pen in gold. Any ideas?

Answer 1

I know a few lines of it, I think.

Dip your pen in gold
before you grow too old
and forget that you were bold
before you learned to fold.

Dip your pen in gold
before you grow too old
and ignore those who guld
the unwary.

Oh, yes, dip your pen in gold
before you grow too old
before you grow too old
before you, indeed, grow too old.


Well, that's pretty close, I think. OK?

Answer 2

Found this - its got dip and gold in it - and a female swan is called a Pen I think?
PUBLIC GARDENS
Patience Strong

Along the High Street people flock, a seething human stream,
And just a few steps from it all, I sit alone and dream.
Tall, shaggy-headed Dahlias look down into my face,
As I drink in the beauty of this quiet and lovely place.

Beyond the iron railings traffic roars and rolls along,
While overhead the bird-choirs fill the air with happy song.
The sodden, tattered autumn leaves come falling one by one,
The bronze and red chrysanthemums are glowing in the sun.

A white swan moves upon the lake where willows dip their gold,
Between the Yews the parish church looks dim and grey and old.
I don't know who has given us this beautiful retreat,
Where birds make song and flowers bloom just off the crowded street,
But thank you, thank you, thank you to whoever it may be
Who gave the town this quiet place - this garden sanctuary.

Answer 3

And let the ink be told, let your imagenation unfold....

Answer 4

god, what a beautiful poem. i'm emailing that to myself...