WE are not near enough to love, I can but pity all your woe; For wealth has lifted me above, And falsehood set you down below. If you were true, we still might be Brothers in something more than name; And were I poor, your love to me Would make our differing bonds the same. But golden gates between us stretch, Truth opens her forbidding eyes; You can't forget that I am rich, Nor I that you are telling lies. Love never comes but at love's call, And pity asks for him in vain; Because I cannot give you all, You give me nothing back again. And you are right with all your wrong, For less than all is nothing too; May Heaven beggar me ere long, And Truth reveal herself to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE BROKEN HEART by JOHN DONNE SONG (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HELLENS RAPE; OR A LIGHT LANTHORNE FOR LIGHT LADIES by RICHARD BARNFIELD |