The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . th writ,— Such are loves treasures; and, in lovers eyes More valued are than houses, lands or gold. In Cupids bank no money is received: Its sole deposits flowers, letters, locks Of hair, and scraps of writing or of print, Rings, ribbons, photographs and handkerchiefs, Trifles, gimcracks, gewgaws and trumperies. Mementoes worthless to all other men Most precious are to him who truly loves. His loving soul doth through his tender eyes Gloat long thereon with blissful memories; While close at hand
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . th writ,— Such are loves treasures; and, in lovers eyes More valued are than houses, lands or gold. In Cupids bank no money is received: Its sole deposits flowers, letters, locks Of hair, and scraps of writing or of print, Rings, ribbons, photographs and handkerchiefs, Trifles, gimcracks, gewgaws and trumperies. Mementoes worthless to all other men Most precious are to him who truly loves. His loving soul doth through his tender eyes Gloat long thereon with blissful memories; While close at hand doth seem his lady love. And radiant in his soul her image glows. Kings have great wealth in their strong treasuries. Gold, silver, jewelry and precious plate; And earth hath diamonds, gems and mines of gold; But nowhere is such priceless treasure found As that small keepsake from the lady fair Who has his heart in hers securely locked. His love transfigures it, until it hath A soul and language of its own, divine; To give it price were vilest sacrilege. To treat it lightly profanation
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