 | The Collected Poems of Lord De Tabley |  |
THE POSY OF A WEDDING RING
Well fare the fluttering hand and gentle browWhich this hath linked in everlasting vow.
And may the maiden promise of this ring
Till Autumn keep the perfume of its spring.
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Emblem of purer treasure, love untold.
What tears are given thy share of wedded pain
Be they the unenduring April rain.
The ring is fabled there to rest its round
Where heart is by some nerve to finger bound:
Nor will thy hand, yet virgin of deceit,
Lament its clasp until thy winding sheet.
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