Saturday, September 14, 2013

September 12

TREASURE plies a feather,
   Pleasure spreadeth wings,
Taking flight together,--
   Ah! my cherished things.

Fly away, poor pleasure
   That art so brief a thing:
Fly away, poor treasure
   That hast so swift a wing.

Pleasure, to be pleasure,
   Must come without a wing:
Treasure, to be treasure,
   Must be a stable thing.

Treasure without feather,
   Pleasure without wings,
Elsewhere dwell together
   And are heavenly things.

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