My Lady's decked with gleaming stones, Her lovely neck and arms, when bare, Are fitting settings for the rare And costly jewels that she owns; Her pearls, inchained, that beautify, Are rivaled by my Lady's tears, Her opal's fire disappears When matched with glances of her eye. I would I owned the Indies old, If jewels give my Lady joy, An ungauged fortune I'd employ To shower her with gems and gold; But all the precious stones of Earth, If gathered in a mammoth pile, Would seem but dross, and not worth while To me, beside my Lady's worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE FAREWELL TO FARGO: SELLING THE HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |