Treasure
We cannot pluck the roses of the dawn,
Or coin the silver largess of the moon,
Or hoard the gold that hides in lilies' hearts,
Making the drowsy bee in riches swoon.
And yet, I own them all, for to my soul
My wandering fancy Nature's treasure brings,
To store them, safely guarded in my heart;
And I am richer far than Ophir's kings.
Or coin the silver largess of the moon,
Or hoard the gold that hides in lilies' hearts,
Making the drowsy bee in riches swoon.
And yet, I own them all, for to my soul
My wandering fancy Nature's treasure brings,
To store them, safely guarded in my heart;
And I am richer far than Ophir's kings.
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