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!