Poems (Louisa Blake)/Address to a Ring
ADDRESS TO A RING.
Yes, little glittering pledge, my ring!
I love to watch thy emerald's glow,
Thou wert given me in childhood's spring,
And life shone bright, as ye do now;
Then dreams of bliss shone in my eye,
And danced in joyous gayety.
I love to watch thy emerald's glow,
Thou wert given me in childhood's spring,
And life shone bright, as ye do now;
Then dreams of bliss shone in my eye,
And danced in joyous gayety.
My ring! 't is not thy gold I prize
Nor pearls that wreath thy glittering gem,
Though it in dazzling lustre vies
To eclipse a regal diadem,
Oh, no! 't is this which memory brings
To hallow friendship's offerings;
Nor pearls that wreath thy glittering gem,
Though it in dazzling lustre vies
To eclipse a regal diadem,
Oh, no! 't is this which memory brings
To hallow friendship's offerings;
But fond dreams fade, and friendships die,
And love, and honor pass away,
E'en proud ambition soars on high
To fall a victim to decay,
And, ring, perchance you will but linger
To grow dim on death's icy finger.
And love, and honor pass away,
E'en proud ambition soars on high
To fall a victim to decay,
And, ring, perchance you will but linger
To grow dim on death's icy finger.