For Richer for Poorer
I long to deck you with a diamond cloak
And see your smile shine in a golden ring,
As bright as sunlight when the dawn first woke,
And gleamed on every diamond dew-dropped thing.
I want to crown you with a diadem
Of silver lilies, and ruby roses shining;
With lapis hyacinth on emerald stem,
All through your dark brown forest tresses twining.
But now I’m strapped for cash, yet you are fair —
Your clever fingers ringless, and your crown
A single rose set in your chestnut hair,
Which o’er your shoulders as a cloak falls down.
Still, for your care shall all my strength be pressed;
Now as my earnest, in my verse be dressed.