Obedience, in Gold

 

 

Whereas I shall wear rags of tarnished grey,

I’ll dress you in gold, and make of you a prince.

 

Their thousand pleas I fail to obey:

You ask of me, and I obey at once.

 

Ask of me to stay, and I shall stay.

But if we both must stand, then let us dance;

 

And if you ask me dress you for one day,

Expect a garnished gold for you, my prince.

 

 

 

For Blair. 

 

 

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