Today’s Poem ~ My Love’s Gift

My Love’s Gift

Juliana Horatia Ewing

    You ask me what–since we must part–
    You shall bring home to me;
    Bring back a pure and faithful heart,
    As true as mine to thee.
    I ask not wealth nor fame,
    I only ask for thee,
    Thyself–and that dear self the same–
    My love, bring back to me!

    You talk of gems from foreign lands,
    Of treasure, spoil, and prize.
    Ah, love! I shall not search your hands,
    But look into your eyes.
    I ask not wealth nor fame,
    I only ask for thee,
    Thyself–and that dear self the same–
    My love, bring back to me!

    You speak of glory and renown,
    With me to share your pride,
    Unbroken faith is all the crown
    I ask for as your bride.
    I ask not wealth nor fame,
    I only ask for thee,
    Thyself–and that dear self the same–
    My love, bring back to me!

    You bid me with hope’s eager gaze
    Behold fair fortune come.
    I only dream I see your face
    Beside the hearth at home.
    I ask not wealth nor fame,
    I do but ask for thee!
    Thyself–and that dear self the same–
    May God restore to me!

Leave a Reply