LIKE this alabaster box whose art <br />Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart, <br />Carven with delicate dreams and wrought <br />With many a subtle and exquisite thought. <br /> <br /> <br />Therein I treasure the spice and scent <br />Of rich and passionate memories blent <br />Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove, <br />Of song and sorrow and life and love.<br /><br />Sarojini Naidu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alabaster/
