Classic Poem

Dearest, when thou desirest to buy a ring, —
Sweetheart, in this obey me without fail;
Give me no diamond which is for sale —
It is too glittering, too cold a thing.
Buy me no platinum; I cannot sing
Of such a metal, precious, but too pale!
And bandits' robbing soon would end the tale.
Thy love is more than ransom for a king.
It is enough that I should have thy heart
And when thou tak'st me, Lover, for thy bride,
Give me a ring of gold, not thick nor wide,
Pure gold like thee, God's finest work of art.
I also thought; into the Heavens new,
Where streets are gold, I might take thy ring, too.