Marbles, those jewels which poor boys play with,
Shine out more bright than festal things
In diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds,
Sun-struck, as by the glance of kings.
Protective, like a frozen fountain,
The white and blue and red and green,
Conjoined, fill up the bowl of Roman
Glass - ancient aquamarine.
So here the two have come together:
These transient toys and what was then
A kitchen trifle - now in silver
Clasped: and both made by unknown men.