Where is my Ring?

Sliver shinning loop
Upon my lonely finger,
I toss and tremble
In utmost terror
When, I fear,
I have lost your splendor.

Have you rolled across the floor,
Or bounced upon the desk?
Have I hid you in my drawers,
Or taken you off for something more?

My sore stained finger
And callused bit of palm
Of course, will always remember
The place where you wore along.

My ring, my circle,
My sparkling bit of wealth,
Return to my naked hand
So I may again feel like myself.