Uplifts, unto the stars, her silver spear
And parts the darkness. Shall I give thee thanks,
O priest, for this long vigil thou hast kept
With me through all the darkness and despair?
But take this ring as a memorial;
These many nights it has lain by my heart,
Secreted from the spoilers. When they robbed
All else of worth from me, they did not look
For love between my breasts, and there it lay,
This emerald, which Merow gave to me,