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Treasure

by Georgia Douglas Johnson

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What matters though love’s dream shall pass, Since from the throbbing hour-glass One golden-throated moment prest Its attared incense to my breast.

Since I have known the purple gleam That lifts above me⁠—can I deem The way unlighted⁠—when I go Encircled by love’s afterglow?

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