Band of Silver

What simple impression
Yet laboured with trial
In utopian apparition
Or workshop by dial.

Your past we shan't know
Yet can't wait to discover
A stolen jewel from a show
A lost gem from another.

Though it might serve well to seek
Set the stars align
I say let it be meek
I say let it be mine.

For it's in unknown pleasures
That simple ones are born
It's not the greatest treasures
But it's mine to be worn.