LIKE this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia—flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
 
 
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.

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