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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY ALEXANDER SELKIRK by WILLIAM COWPER SEVEN TIMES TWO [ - ROMANCE] by JEAN INGELOW ADAM'S CURSE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE STOLEN CHILD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DOT LONG-HANDLED DIPPER by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS LIFE'S CURTAIN by EMMA MAGIN BISSELL WAITING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |