INTO my heart's treasury
I slipped a coin
That time cannot take
Nor a thief purloin,-
Oh better than the minting
Of a gold-crowned king
Is the safe-kept memory
Of a lovely thing.
Share this Poem:
Quotes of the Day
Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
by Paisley RekdalBecause her grandmother loved
the arts, her father said, she’d willed
the money to a distant cousin
working as a sculptor. A decision
made the month before she’d died
from cancer, which the young ...