I envy every circlet

A. Woodforde-Finden

I envy every circlet on your arm,

I envy every flower in your hair;

O Love, the deep delight that each must know

The hours they linger there!

I envy every jewel on your throat,

And every bloom you crush beneath your feet.

O Love, would I might learn their magic joy,

Their rapture wild and sweet!