Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/The Opal
The Opal.
The superstitious gravely claim This gem sheds baleful gleams; One wearing it may come to shame Or grief, and even his dreams Will be distorted, and blame Fall on him for unjust cause. Were this so, to me it seems I'd wear it still, and never pause To think if true, but keep right on The self-same way, and duty do Through good or ill, night or dawn; Striving to be as brave and true Till breath and life were gone, And heaven loomed in view.