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...RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |