"A Gift"
by Amy Lowell
See! I give myself to you, Beloved!
My words are little jars
For you to take and put upon a shelf.
And they have many pleasant colours and lustres
To recommend them.
Also the scent from them fills the room
With sweetness of flowers and crushed grasses.
When I shall have given you the last one,
You will have the whole of me,
But I shall be dead.
