Once I owned a fractured ring,
but it's nowhere to be found.
To my hand it would bring
the bearing of kings newly crowned.
There have been other rings
from near and far, great and small;
of them all, just one that sings
to my mind with the siren's call.
Now I cannot find this tiny thing
that burns so hotly in my heart.
Against my chest on a string
it would lie, and never again depart.
So long did I wait, not knowing
what it was that I sought.
Now I list to and fro, sowing
to reap a treasure never bought.
Here I find the precious ring,
secreted away all on its own.
Like a twilight star, watch it sing;
more prized to me than any stone.