The Ring
by John Banister Tabb
Hold the trinket near thine eye,
And it circles earth and sky;
Place it further, and behold!
But a finger's breadth of gold.
Thus our lives, beloved, lie
Ringed with love's fair boundary;
Place it further, and its sphere
Measures but a falling tear.
Source:
PoemsCopyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston