Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Amulet

Your picture smiles as first it smiled;
  The ring you gave is still the same;
Your letter tells, O changing child!
  No tidings since it came.

Give me an amulet
  That keeps intelligence with you,—
Red when you love, and rosier red,
  And when you love not, pale and blue.

Alas! that neither bonds nor vows
  Can certify possession;
Torments me still the fear that love
  Died in its last expression.

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2. Hermione
3. To Ellen
4. To Eva
5. Thine Eyes Still Shined

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