MORE THAN this ring explains even, we mould
A pledge to shape and populate our years
Richly (God grant) with clarities, and there's
Great treasure has been learned and given and told
Along this way before, for love is old.
Remember, though, that love has burnt its fires
Even to ash, to hate—O, love, desire's
Too brief a thing, alone, to yield us gold.
Take this ring, then, we make it precious stone.
However finds, wherever leads us on
Or out or lost or, trembling, wise, we own,
Much more than this might symbolise, a vein
Already deep with finds. Then you and I
Should Hold A Proud Conception Of This Tie.