Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
George Darley. 17951846641. To Helene On a Gift-ring carelessly lost
I SENT a ring—a little band | |
Of emerald and ruby stone, | |
And bade it, sparkling on thy hand, | |
Tell thee sweet tales of one | |
Whose constant memory | 5 |
Was full of loveliness, and thee. | |
A shell was graven on its gold,— | |
‘Twas Cupid fix’d without his wings— | |
To Helene once it would have told | |
More than was ever told by rings: | 10 |
But now all ‘s past and gone, | |
Her love is buried with that stone. | |
Thou shalt not see the tears that start | |
From eyes by thoughts like these beguiled; | |
Thou shalt not know the beating heart, | 15 |
Ever a victim and a child: | |
Yet Helene, love, believe | |
The heart that never could deceive. | |
I’ll hear thy voice of melody | |
In the sweet whispers of the air; | 20 |
I’ll see the brightness of thine eye | |
In the blue evening’s dewy star; | |
In crystal streams thy purity; | |
And look on Heaven to look on thee. |