A Jet Ring Sent A Jet Ring Sent |
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A Jet Ring SentA Jet Ring Sent
THOU art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
What would`st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke,
—Nothing more endless, nothing sooner broke?
Marriage rings are not of this stuff ;
Oh, why should ought less precious, or less tough
Figure our loves ? except in thy name thou have bid it say,
"—I`m cheap, and nought but fashion ; fling me away."
Yet stay with me since thou art come,
Circle this finger`s top, which didst her thumb ;
Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ;
She that, O ! broke her faith, would soon break thee.
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