I'll clutch and clutch

I’ll clutch and clutch
Next One Might be the golden touch
Could take it
Diamonds Wait
I’m diving just a little late
But stars go slow for night

I’ll string you in fine Necklace
Tiaras make of some
Wear you on Hem
Loop up a Countess with you
Make a Diadem and mend my old One
Count Hoard then lose
And doubt that you are mine
To have the joy of feeling it again

I’ll show you at the Court
Bear you for Ornament
Where Women breathe
That every sigh may lift you
Just as high as I

And when I die
In meek array display you
Still to show how rich I go
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful
And banish me

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I'll clutch and clutch