Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/My Neighbour's Ring

by Sarah Piatt

MY NEIGHBOUR'S RING.

I never envied his fair, fruitful lands, His stately house, his slaves, nor anything,In the old days, for on his too-white hands I saw and knew the ring.

To-night there is strange news abroad, I'm told. —The ring, the ring! It is the same, ah me!That to their lord the fishermen of old Brought back from the deep sea!¹