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.