Sweets for the Sweet

A leather bag, a silken scarf, perhaps
A bauble made of gold: these are the gifts,
Three very worthwhile gifts; and three sweet maps
To find the heart, or fix it, as it shifts.
The leather’s for its handy usefulness,
The silken flag’s a sign of ownership,
And gold is for its strength and our success:
So stocked, we set the course on our sweet trip.
And so the brute who gave its life as gift,
Or worm, or tunnelled cavern of the world,
All gave before we thought to fix the drift
Of our relationship with silks unfurled
Towards the further spaces of the seas
In endless reach of some sweet happy breeze.