Treasure

"Why did you then awaken me from sleep— That was a thoughtless, foolish thing to do, When I was purchasing—had reached to take— The di'mond, emerald cut and river blue, That I have wished to give you all these years; You might have worn it now upon your hand!" My drowsy shred of laughter broke in two— If only I could make him understand!

When women wear love's peerless shining crown, Wrapt in the splendor of its single light, They feel more proud—more regally adorned Than wearing gems that would a queen delight. I still adore some glitter on my arms The sheen of glowing pearls about my hair ... But not for rajah's hoard would I exchange The treasure that within my heart I bear!