My Wedding Ring

My heart stirr'd with its golden thrill
And flutter'd closer up to thine,
In that blue morning of the June
When first it clasp'd thy love and mine.

In it I see the little room,
Rose-dim and hush'd with lilies still,
Where the old silence of my life
Turn'd into music with “I will.”

Oh, I would have my folded hands
Take it into the dust with me:
All other little things of mine
I'd leave in the bright world with thee.
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