by Charles Hanson Towne (1877 - 1949)

I envy every circlet
Language: English 
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!

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