Magical Nature

Flower—I never fancied,—jewel I profess you! Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower. Save but glow inside and—jewel, I should guess you, Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower. You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love, a jewel— Jewel at no mercy of a moment in your prime! Time may fray the flower-face: kind be time or cruel, Jewel, from each facet, flash your laugh at time!