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.

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.