Your picture smiles as first it smiled, <br />The ring you gave is still the same, <br />Your letter tells, O changing child, <br />No tidings since it came. <br /> <br />Give me an amulet <br />That keeps intelligence with you, <br />Red when you love, and rosier red, <br />And when you love not, pale and blue. <br /> <br />Alas, that neither bonds nor vows <br />Can certify possession; <br />Torments me still the fear that love <br />Died in its last expression.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-amulet-3/
