The Choice

He'd have given me rolling lands

Houses of marble, and billowing farms

Pearls, to trickle between my hands

Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms

You- you'd only a lilting song

Only a melody, happy and high

You were sudden and swift and strong

Never a thought for another had I



He'd have given me laces rare

Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen

Shining ribbons to wrap my hair

Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen

You- you'd only to whistle low

Gayly I followed wherever you led

I took you, and I let him go

Somebody ought to examine my head!