Classic Poem

I've worn it in my bosom night and day
A talisman of bliss...and now the chain
Which bore it breaks — Is it an omen say!
That we too sever ne'er to meet again?

Aye! 'tis the curse of gold to sunder so,
All all the ties that love and nature twine
Take the freed pledge! — 'tis yours — yes take it — go!
The severed chain and broken heart are mine!