Honoured I lived e'erwhile with honoured men In opulent state. My table nightly spread Found guests of worth, peer, priest and citizen, And poet crowned, and beauty garlanded. Nor these alone, for hunger too I fed, And many a lean tramp and sad Magdalen Passed from my doors less hard for sake of bread. Whom grudged I ever purse or hand or pen? To-night, unwelcomed at these gates of woe I stand with churls, and there is none to greet My weariness with smile or courtly show Nor, though I hunger long, to bring me meat. God! what a little accident of gold Fences our weakness from the wolves of old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE HWOMESTEAD A-VELL INTO HAND by WILLIAM BARNES INCOGNITA IN THE TEMPLE OF THESEUS by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |