Poems (Truesdell)/The Gift
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THE GIFT.
You ask of me a lock of hair:
E'en then so let it be,—
A fond memento of my love,
A gift, dear friend, for thee.
E'en then so let it be,—
A fond memento of my love,
A gift, dear friend, for thee.
Others may seek for gaudy toys,
And some for jewels rare,
But as a pledge of friendship, I
Will give a lock of hair.
And some for jewels rare,
But as a pledge of friendship, I
Will give a lock of hair.
Wilt thou not lay it with thy gifts
Of fond friends far from thee,
And prize it for the giver's sake,
Thy absent friend, H. T.?
Of fond friends far from thee,
And prize it for the giver's sake,
Thy absent friend, H. T.?