'Found-old ring' br Someone out there is lost without a ring... br That to another one meant everything br Didn't it match? didn't it fit? br It is gone-did it ever exist? br The jewels that lay scattered over the floor br The barehanded people cannot endure... br br The anguish br Of reducing such sentiment br To the lever of littered pavement br Where eyes casting downward must look to see br The intimation deserted lately br Each symbol makes further testimony br In the trial of what was meant to be... br br Who found it? br Let me meet the one who knew its meaning br Because I suspect the recovering br Was not fortune-nor coincidence br Nor the just act of Providence br But that one who possesses it in fact br Was the one who I gave to and took it back... br br The hope that it meant anything has left br With the article stolen in the theft br But I can't stop searching again... br Anymore, br Than I can believe it never happened br The emotion rests now with conviction br A life sentence of that consecration...