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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366055" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love's Treasure House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I went to Love's old treasure house last night, <br>Alone, when all the world was still -- asleep, <br>And saw the miser Memory, grown gray <br>With years of jealous counting of his gems, <br>There seated. Keen was his eye, his hand <br>Firm as when first his hoarding he began <br>Of precious things of Love, long years ago. <br>"And this," he said, "is gold from out her hair, <br>And this the moonlight that she wandered in, <br>With here a rose, enamelled by her breath, <br>That bloomed in glory 'tween her breasts, and here <br>The brimming sun-cup that she quaffed at noon, <br>And here the star that cheered her in the night; <br>In this great chest, see curiously wrought, <br>Are purest of Love's gems." A ruby key, <br>Enclasped upon a golden ring, he took, <br>With care, from out some secret hiding-place, <br>And delicately touched the lock, whereat <br>I staggered, blinded by the light of things <br>More luminous than stars, and questioned thus -- <br>"What are these treasures, miser Memory?" <br>And slowly bending his gray head, he spoke: <br>"These are the multitudes of kisses sweet <br>Love gave so gladly, and I treasure here."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+MacDonald+Ross">David MacDonald Ross</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366055" data-title="Love's Treasure House de David MacDonald Ross" data-description="I went to Love's old treasure house last night, Alone, when all the world was still -- asleep, And saw the miser Memory, grown gray With years of jealous counting of his gems, There seated. Keen was his eye, his hand Firm as when first his ho..."></div> </div> </div>
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