What would I give to see his face? I’d give—I’d give my life—of course— But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think! I’d give my biggest Bobolink! That makes two—Him—and Life! You know who “June” is— I’d give her— Roses a day from Zanzibar— And Lily tubes—like Wells— Bees—by the furlong— Straits of Blue Navies of Butterflies—sailed thro’— And dappled Cowslip Dells—
Then I have “shares” in Primrose “Banks”— Daffodil Dowries—spicy “Stocks”— Dominions—broad as Dew— Bags of Doublons—adventurous Bees Brought me—from firmamental seas— And Purple—from Peru—
Now—have I bought it— “Shylock”? Say! Sign me the Bond! “I vow to pay To Her—who pledges this— One hour—of her Sovereign’s face”! Ecstatic Contract! Niggard Grace! My Kingdom’s worth of Bliss!
