For A Poet

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.

by Countee Cullen

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its very interesting and cool
Do moths have lips? Honestly - or was line entirely contrived in order to rhyme with another?
i love this poems and the poems are like telling the future
Does this remind anyone of Yeats?