Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

 

  

To the Beholder of My Love

 

If to my lot gold’s riches be annexed

Or fair-tongued fame my silent state bechance

And glory’s letters spangle forth the text

Unrolled as my life’s chapters make advance,

Be sure, my fair, and never vex thyself,

I’ll pour into thy cup whate’er I win

Of honor, treasure, glory, fame and pelf,

Beloving thee above my kith and kin.

Regalia merely, like a kingdom’s flag,

Are these; and, flagless, still the realm would stand,

And must deprived of pride mine age withstand.

My love, with sighs heraldic or without,

With flags or unemblazoned, never doubt.

 

 

                        Thursday, February 6, 1969

 

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