Not in a silver casket cool with pearls <br />Or rich with red corundum or with blue, <br />Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls <br />Have given their loves, I give my love to you; <br />Not in a lovers'-knot, not in a ring <br />Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain— <br />Semper fidelis, where a secret spring <br />Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain: <br />Love in the open hand, no thing but that, <br />Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt, <br />As one should bring you cowslips in a hat <br />Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt, <br />I bring you, calling out as children do: <br />"Look what I have!—And these are all for you."<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-in-a-silver-casket-cool-with-pearls/
