Dorothy Una Ratcliffe (Дороти Уна Рэтклифф)

Jewels

O! Gold I lack; I am a man
Who cannot give as others can;
No costly gems of value rare
Are mine to give, my Lady Fair!

Yet would I give, and of my best,
So delve the kingdom of mine eyes:
What say'st thou to a rope of pearls
Strung from the cirro-clouded skies?

A sunlit beck, just after rain,
Should from its ripples lend a chain
Of sparkling diamonds, very meet
To grace thy wrist, my Lady Sweet.

A peaty tarn, lost 'mong the hills,
Of beryl tint should make a ring;
The moors should yield a coronet
Of amethyst, from summer ling.

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Rubies? Already thou hast two!
They are the gems for which I sue.

1. The Road
2. Saadi and the Rose
3. On Otley Chevin
4. Song of the Mists
5. Wander-Thirst

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Jewels ("If I should see your eyes again")

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