Poems (Clark)/My Own Lover
MY OWN LOVER
He also brought me a nosegay, My own lover, tender and true,Roses and roses and roses, Tied up with a ribbon of blue;And he said in the tenderest, happiest tone,"Roses for you, dearest rose of my own."
And then I told him the story Of my grandma's lover so old,And showed him the old-fashioned posy Slipped into a circlet of gold.—A ring that for grandmother's sake I must wear,Diamonds in exchange for a curl of my hair.
"Diamonds are cold," said my dear one, "But rubies are warm, bright and true—Roses and rubies, my darling, Are the best and the fittest for you;Let him carry his diamonds back over the sea,And take my three gifts, roses, rubies, and—me."