They may talk of their flowers, and the crimson that blushes,
The Queen of the garden, the rose on its tree ; —
But while I’m possess’d of thy innocent blushes,
I care for none else,— they’re the roses for me.
They may talk of their diamond that beams in the mine ;
It sparkling and glowing and brilliant may be ; —
But while thy dear eyes with benevolence shine,
I care for none else, —they’re the diamonds for me.
They may talk, if they will, of their Venus resplendent
With beauty and life, as she sprang from the sea ;
They may talk of the cestus, her graceful attendant ; —
But Love is the cestus that binds me to thee.
(Mary Anne Browne)
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