The Ring

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The gold that never fades; the band that never ends
Though the cloud shades, although the road bends
It corresponds its own, it becomes a thing entire
It remains alone, will within itself conspire
To bring about its end,  for which it was made
To neither break nor bend, to neither fail nor fade.

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