 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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A RING OF POLYCRATES.
Because that Fate was kind to me,
I was afraid of my kind fate;
And flung my ring in the blue sea,
Where now I stand and wait.
And storm and shine flit by apace
Over my jewel's resting-place.
The appeased gods dwell unansweringly;
It comes not back to me.
I was afraid of my kind fate;
And flung my ring in the blue sea,
Where now I stand and wait.
And storm and shine flit by apace
Over my jewel's resting-place.
The appeased gods dwell unansweringly;
It comes not back to me.
Now, am I blest, or am I curst?
More sad or glad than the fabled king?
Sometimes I think Fate's best or worst
Were naught against my ring.
My ring, my ring, that held alway
Its illumined heart by night and day!
Without it I am old and cold,
In ermine and in gold.
More sad or glad than the fabled king?
Sometimes I think Fate's best or worst
Were naught against my ring.
My ring, my ring, that held alway
Its illumined heart by night and day!
Without it I am old and cold,
In ermine and in gold.
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