Dearest love, you cannot know
What gold you are to me,
Nor that you are the rarest jewel
In my hearts treasury.
Others have bonds and banknotes green
Locked up to mold away.
But my rich treasure can be seen
With me on any day.
Each morning when I wake I see
The bright gems of her eyes,
And those white pearls her lips enclose
Gleam for me when she sighs.
But far more precious than the rest
Beyond my writers art '
Is that great jewel in her breast
The ruby of her heart.
None other's is more deep, more fine,
More rich than that rare gem;
I have more wealth in Audrey's mine
Than all the monied men.
And she has willed that heart to me
And gives it every day,
A covenant and legacy
Our bond past judgment day.