I’ll clutch — and clutch –
Next — One — Might be the golden touch –
Could take it –
Diamonds — Wait –
I’m diving — just a little late –
But stars — go slow — for night –
I’ll string you — in fine Necklace –
Tiaras — make — of some –
Wear you on Hem –
Loop up a Countess — with you –
Make — a Diadem — and mend my old One –
Count — Hoard — then lose –
And doubt that you are mine –
To have the joy of feeling it — again –
I’ll show you at the Court –
Bear you — for Ornament
Where Women breathe –
That every sigh — may lift you
Just as high — as I –
And — when I die –
In meek array — display you –
Still to show — how rich I go –
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful –
And banish me –
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