Poems (Storrie)/My Wealth
My Wealth.
Queens wear necklets, rich and fine, With diamonds in a cluster, Or strings of pearl that gleam and shine With iridescent lustre. But I have jewels that I prize Far beyond such merchandise.
Queens may shield them from the cold With furs, and costly laces, In sables fabulous enfold Their fair and haughty faces. My necklet of the purest pearl Closer than diamonds presses—The clasped arms of my little girl That meet in dear caresses.
And I am warmed to heart's deep core By kisses from her endless store. And queens may keep their boughten charms. So I have these small clasping arms.