Riches

Sara Teasdale

I have no riches but my thoughts,
 Yet these are wealth enough for me;
My thoughts of you are golden coins
 Stamped in the mint of memory;

And I must spend them all in song,
 For thoughts, as well as gold, must be
Left on the hither side of death
 To gain their immortality.

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