Poems (Louisa Blake)/Address to a Ring

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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.
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 bringsTo 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 lingerTo grow dim on death's icy finger.
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