Perhaps that treasure of beauty and virtue might arrive from somewhere; it is for this reason that I am turning completely into a desolation.
In classical poetry, there is an evocative belief that priceless treasures are always buried within ruins and deserted places. Playing with this imagery, the poet calls the beloved the ultimate 'treasure of grace.' With tender longing, the lover intentionally lets his entire being turn desolate, hoping that the only way to attract such a magnificent treasure is by becoming a ruin worthy of hiding it.
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