George Darley

Here you will find the Poem To Helene, On a Gift-ring carelessly lost of poet George Darley

To Helene, On a Gift-ring carelessly lost

I SENT a ring--a little band 
   Of emerald and ruby stone, 
And bade it, sparkling on thy hand, 
   Tell thee sweet tales of one 
   Whose constant memory 
   Was full of loveliness, and thee. 

A shell was graven on its gold,-- 
   'Twas Cupid fix'd without his wings-- 
To Helene once it would have told 
   More than was ever told by rings: 
   But now all 's past and gone, 
   Her love is buried with that stone. 

Thou shalt not see the tears that start 
   From eyes by thoughts like these beguiled; 
Thou shalt not know the beating heart, 
   Ever a victim and a child: 
   Yet Helene, love, believe 
   The heart that never could deceive. 

I'll hear thy voice of melody 
   In the sweet whispers of the air; 
I'll see the brightness of thine eye 
   In the blue evening's dewy star; 
   In crystal streams thy purity; 
   And look on Heaven to look on thee.