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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - Jewelled Offering
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Jewelled offering bring I none,
 Jade or pearl or precious stone,
 Urn of crystal, bale of spice,
 Unguent culled in Paradise,
 Dye how deep of rainbow hue,
 Dust of gold from Cambalu,
 Ivory throne with sandal--wood
 Inlaid all and scented ood,
 Tent of silk whose tapestries
 Tell of tears in ladies` eyes,
 Heavenly tears, `neath moon and star,
 Hopes that were and joys that are,
 Ambient ever in love`s soul
 Armed with might and near the goal.
 Nought, alas, of these I bring.
 Necklace, chain, nor nuptial ring.
 No bold bridegroom I, to be
 Nerved to dreams of chivalry,
 Expedited at your word
 Earth`s whole realm to win by sword,
 Daring all things, briar and brake,
 Dole and Death for your dear sake,
 Onward, upward, heavenward borne,
 (O thou rose without a thorn!)
 Rivalry in deeds to show,
 Rodomont or Romeo.

 Out, alas! Such love for us
 Outlawed is and vanitous.
 Time can touch it not nor cure.
 `Tis an ill we must endure,
 Howsoever long our days,
 Howsoever rich in praise.
 Even in Heaven we may not win
 Ear for this too sweet a sin,
 And no angel voice shall say,
 ``Ask it, souls, and have your way.``
 Be consoled then if I make
 But this rhyme for birthday`s sake,
 Leaving love gifts all aside
 Light to him shall call you bride,
 Unacknowledged and untold,
 Useless as Utopian gold.
 Nonsense rhymes! Ah me, such sense
 Nesting bird to nestling lends,
 Trills of pale parental hue
 Tragic only because true.
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