What present shall I give thee, love, to-day,
To-day, when all true lovers offer gifts,
Some mystic sea-flower born of glancing spray,
Or mermaid’s rose-shell from the ocean rifts?
Some fragrant blossom grown in fairy land,
Lent by its monarch to our world a while?
Or golden fruit gathered on magic strand,
With hazard stolen from a fabled isle?
For as these poets’ wonders are above
All fair and bright things that our earth doth hold,
So is thy beauty richer, and my love
Beyond all love by man to maiden told!