Treasure Island

Edmund Waller

(3 March 1606 – 21 October 1687 / Coleshill / Buckinghamshire / England)

On a Girdle


That which her slender waist confin'd,
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown,
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my heaven's extremest sphere,
The pale which held that lovely deer,
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love,
Did all within this circle move.

A narrow compass, and yet there
Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair;
Give me but what this ribbon bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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