SOMETIMES I hear fine ladies sing, Sometimes I smoke and drink with men; Sometimes I play at games of cards -- Judge me to be no strong man then. The strongest moment of my life Is when I think about the poor; When, like a spring that rain has fed, My pity rises more and more. The flower that loves the warmth and light Has all its mornings bathed in dew; My heart has moments wet with tears, My weakness is they are so few. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS SONNET (4) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE TAMER OF STEEDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SECOND FIDDLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |