9 These rings, O my beloved pair, For me on your brown fingers wear: Each, a perpetual caress To tell you of my tenderness. Let -- at morning as ye rise The golden topaz takes your eyes -- To each her emblem whisper sure Love was awake an hour before. Ah yes! an hour before ye woke Low to my heart @3my@1 emblem spoke, And grave, as to renew an oath, @3It@1 I have kissed and blessed you both. |