TOKENS
I built a little fire yesterday at dusk,
To burn the gifts of all my broken years,
And at the last I tossed upon the flames,
The crystalled drops, that once were falling tears.
When morning came, I gathered all the ashes up,
Then swept my hearth, to make it clean again,
And found, within a crevice of the stones,
A jewel, that I knew had once been pain.