Where Neither Moth Nor Rust

by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
Treasures three
Life's given me—

Opal-Heart of dawning dreams
Shot with restless fiery gleams:

Crystal-Heart by day and night
Glowing with the living light:

Amber-Heart that wells with mirth
Of the sun-enchanted earth.
Every dawn's a golden key
To unlock my treasury—
Heaven here and now for me!
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