Circling thy taper finger, how divine
Its lot; oft to thy fair cheek prest,
And by such contact past expression blest,
Or sparkling ’mid those sunny locks of thine!
Oh! these are uses which might consecrate
The basest metal, or the dull, vile earth;
Enhance the diamond’s price, or elevate
The clod to an inestimable worth.
Would that so dear a gem, which thus hath shone
Upon thy snowy hand, might ever bless my own!