Another Poem by Sara Teasdale

The Coin

by Sara Teasdale

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.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for posting this.. this years' presents to young nieces and nephews are a coin proof from their birth year.
    This poem is perfect
    Thanks again.,


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