What would I give to see
His face?
I’d give—I’d give my life
Of course,
But that is not enough!
Stop just a minute, let
Me think—
I’d give my biggest bobolink!
That makes two—him and life.
You know who June is?
I’d give her,
Roses a day from Zanzibar,
And lily tubes, like wells;
Bees by the furlong,
Straits of blue
Navies of butterflies sailed through,
And dappled cowslip dells.
Then I have “shares” in
Primrose “banks,”
Daffodil “dowries,” spicy “stocks,”
Dominions broad as dew,
Bags of doubloons, adventurous
Bees
Brought me from firmamental seas,
And purple from Peru.
Now, have I bought it,
Shylock? Say!
Sign me the bond!
I vow to pay
To him who pledges this—
One hour of her sov’reign’s
Face!
Ecstatic contract!
Niggard grace!
My kingdom’s worth of bliss!
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