Jewelled offering bring I none, Jade or pearl or precious stone, Urn of crystal, bale of spice, Unguent culled in Paradise, Dye how deep of rainbow hue, Dust of gold from Cambalu, Ivory throne with sandal--wood Inlaid all and scented ood, Tent of silk whose tapestries Tell of tears in ladies' eyes, Heavenly tears, 'neath moon and star, Hopes that were and joys that are, Ambient ever in love's soul Armed with might and near the goal. Nought, alas, of these I bring. Necklace, chain, nor nuptial ring. No bold bridegroom I, to be Nerved to dreams of chivalry, Expedited at your word Earth's whole realm to win by sword, Daring all things, briar and brake, Dole and Death for your dear sake, Onward, upward, heavenward borne, (O thou rose without a thorn!) Rivalry in deeds to show, Rodomont or Romeo. Out, alas! Such love for us Outlawed is and vanitous. Time can touch it not nor cure. 'Tis an ill we must endure, Howsoever long our days, Howsoever rich in praise. Even in Heaven we may not win Ear for this too sweet a sin, And no angel voice shall say, ``Ask it, souls, and have your way.'' Be consoled then if I make But this rhyme for birthday's sake, Leaving love gifts all aside Light to him shall call you bride, Unacknowledged and untold, Useless as Utopian gold. Nonsense rhymes! Ah me, such sense Nesting bird to nestling lends, Trills of pale parental hue Tragic only because true.