A Kingdom's Worth of Bliss

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!