Nor dreamed he that his Eden bough
Hung on a false and perjured vow.
The holy priest in scarf and bands
With holy words had joined their hands,
And as to make more strong an oath,
When each had pledged their plighted troth,
A gleaming ring in diamonds set,
That hid a lock of glossy jet,
The fragile finger graceful pressed,
As sunlight lies on ocean's crest.