Classic Poem

But a tiny ring of gold
Just a link
Wear it, and your heart is sold
Strange to think!

Till it glitters on your hand
You are free
Shall I cast it on the sand
In the sea?

Which was Judas' greatest sin
Kiss or gold?
Love must end where sales begin
I am told.

We will have no ring, no kiss
To deceive.
When you hear the serpent hiss