Spencer Heath Archive

Item 3000

Poem penciled on art paper probably addressed to Johanna Maria Holm when courting her

No date

 

 

You seem to needle little thought

 

When nature doffs her garb of white,

Her robes are tender green

And all bedight in blossoms bright

She wears a radiant sheen.

 

Then brings she forth in joy nor pain

Her faery daughter May

And then I swain shall _____ again

My loved one’s natal day.

 

And so, my love, I send to thee

A tiny natal stone

Which ancient lore hath said shall be

The symbol of thine own.

 

And in a golden ring ‘tis fixed

The gem I send to thee

Our graven names therein betwixt

And welded into unity.

 

The stone shall as a symbol shine

Of love’s sweet ecstasy

The golden circlet be a sign

Of true love’s constancy.