Poems (Storrie)/My Gift
My Gift.
I had a lovely gift to-day Delivered bright and early, The heart of it was heavenly blue, Its edges pale and pearly.
A turquoise, set in living gold, So flawless and so splendid, It seemed to be of fire and dew Miraculously blended.
And ere I knew my need of it, Or had presumed to ask it, 'Twas chosen by a connoisseur From an imperial casket.
And when along the quickening east A wave of light was breaking, 'Twas softly laid outside my door, To greet me on awaking.
A royal gift! Its only plea That I should freely take it;—A summer day, from dawn to dusk, Perfect as God could make it.