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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