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XXXV.
MY TREASURE
The earthly glory of manhood is not small,
Although the heavenly beauty may transcend
And utterly surpass it at the end:
It hath some blossoms, if it hath not all.
As we with laughing fingers downward bend
The glorious tree of youth, the great flowers fall
Around us, some so flaming that they appal
The vision,—such fierce petals they extend.
Although the heavenly beauty may transcend
And utterly surpass it at the end:
It hath some blossoms, if it hath not all.
As we with laughing fingers downward bend
The glorious tree of youth, the great flowers fall
Around us, some so flaming that they appal
The vision,—such fierce petals they extend.
It is no slight thing thus to grasp the glory
Of fair sweet manhood,—thus to know the whole;
Not waiting for the grave head crowned and hoary,
But pressing quick lips 'gainst the fragrant bowl
Of youth; to inhale,—and in no fairy story,—
The perfume of a perfect body and soul.
Of fair sweet manhood,—thus to know the whole;
Not waiting for the grave head crowned and hoary,
But pressing quick lips 'gainst the fragrant bowl
Of youth; to inhale,—and in no fairy story,—
The perfume of a perfect body and soul.
1876.
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