WHAT girl but, having gathered flowers, Stript the beds and spoilt the bowers, From the lapful light she carries Drops a careless bud? -- nor tarries To regain the waif and stray: "Store enough for home" -- she'll say. So say I too: give your lover Heaps of loving -- under, over, Whelm him -- make the one the wealthy! Am I all so poor who -- stealthy Work it was! -- picked up what fell: Not the worst bud -- who can tell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOUGH OF NONSENSE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE MOTHER by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |