Do you grieve no costly offering To the Lady you can make? One there is, and gifts less worthy Queens have stooped to take. Take a Heart of virgin silver, Fashion it with heavy blows, Cast it into Love's hot furnace When it fiercest glows. With Pain's sharpest point transfix it, And then carve, in letters fair, Tender dreams and quaint devices, Fancies sweet and rare. Set within it Hope's blue sapphire, Many-changing opal fears, Blood-red ruby-stones of daring, Mixed with pearly tears. And when you have wrought and labored Till the gift is all complete, You may humbly lay your offering At the Lady's feet. Should her mood perchance be gracious, With disdainful, smiling pride, She will place it with the trinkets Glittering at her side. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE NOCTURNE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SACRIFICE SELF-COMPENSATED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |