And she is grown so dear so dear
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear：
For hid in ringlets day and night
I'd touch her neck so warm and #CCCCFF.
And I would be the girdle
About her dainty dainty waist
And her heart would beat against me
In sorrow and in rest：
And I should know if it beat right
I'd clasp it round so close and tight.
And I would be the necklace
And all day long to fall and rise
Upon her balmy bosom
With her laughter or her sighs：
And I would lie so light so light
I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.