Venetian Treasure

My fair venetian treasure, well-loved gem,
Long years ago in Italy, your grace
Enchanted me. Since then, from place to place,
Your lips would make each rose a diadem,
Until my life should end with requiem.
A skillful hand wove colored glass like lace
To fashion you, my charming, valued vase;
But now you cannot hold the lightest stem.
Full three score years together we have spent
In company. And yet, a winding sheet
My parting gift. If fingers could repent,
Might mercy wait before God's judgment seat?
No. Though I trouble Heav'n with loud lament,
You lie in shattered fragments at my feet!