Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

Parting Gift

I cannot give you the Metropolitan Tower;
I cannot give you heaven;
Nor the nine Visigoth crowns in the Cluny Museum;
Nor happiness, even.
But I can give you a very small purse
Made out of field-mouse skin,
With a painted picture of the universe
And seven blue tears therein.

I cannot give you the Island of Capri;
I cannot give you beauty;
Nor bake you marvellous crusty cherry pies
With love and duty.
But I can give you a  very little locket
Made out of wildcat hide:
Put it in your left-hand pocket
And never look inside.

1. In Our Content, before the Autumn Came
2. The Pekingese
3. One Person
4. Upon Your Heart, Which Is.the Heart of All
5. Absent Thee from Felicity Awhile

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