The Poems of John Rollin Ridge
by Jeff Ward

Originally Published by Henry Payot & Company, Publishers.

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To A****

I would not give one smile of thine,
For all the names renowned in story—
I'd rather press thy lips to mine,
Than wear their richest wreath of glory!

I would not take a monarch's crown
For thy sweet voice, like dews distilling—
I'd throw the cumbrous burden down,
To meet thy warm embraces thrilling!

The golden sun, if I could coin—
The silver moon and stars—at pleasure,
My soul and heart with thine to join,
I'd spurn as trash that heap of treasure!

For thee, alas! thy winning ways,
I'd rend the ties of friend or brother,
And give one half of all my days,
If thou would'st love me thro' the other.

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