Mine and Thine (1904)/"Ask What You Will"

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"ASK WHAT YOU WILL"

Ask what you will, I must obey your hest!
Thus much, my lady-bird, seems manifest
 To you and me, who well each other know;
 What you, small tyrant, beg, I must bestow.
Come; falter not, but proffer your request!


Is it the flower I wear here on my breast?
My favorite nag? The book I love the best?
 Some dainty gown? Some brooch or necklace?
  No?
   Ask what you will!


See how the sun, down-sinking to his rest,
Gilds with his glory all the roseate west!
 I linger on, in life's chill afterglow.
 Nay; smile, beloved!—like your mother—so!
Stay but a moment! Now—my own! my blest!
   Ask what you will.