An Autumn Love Cycle/Values

by Georgia Douglas Camp Johnson

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Values

All the pretty baubles spreadAre not the answer to my need,These tinseled trappings but beguileThis journeying, while deep withinA want unspeakable resides,That throbs and throbs unceasingly,—So hungering,—no banquet spreadCan tempt it, and no golden wineMake it forget: I balance it—The world flies upward in the scale!Always, unsoothed, unquieted,It aches and aches across the daysAnd sears the nights that sum my life.