The Coin
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.
Sara Teasdale
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.
The speaker compares a cherished memory to a coin slipped into a private treasury inside the heart. Unlike real money, this coin cannot be taken by time or stolen by a thief. It remains completely her own.
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