LO, whatever is at hand Is full meet for the demand: Nature ofttimes giveth best When she seemeth chariest. She hath shapen shower and sun To the need of every one -- Summer bland and winter drear, Dimpled pool and frozen mere. All thou lackest she hath still Near thy finding and thy fill. Yield her fullest faith, and she Will endow thee royally. Loveless weed and lily fair She attendeth here and there -- Kindly to the weed as to The lorn lily teared with dew. Each to her hath use as dear As the other; an thou clear Thy cloyed senses thou may'st see Haply all the mystery. Thou shalt see the lily get Its divinest blossom; yet Shall the weed's tip bloom no less With the song-bird's gleefulness. Thou art poor, or thou art rich -- Never ligntest matter which; All the glad gold of the noon, All the silver of the moon, She doth lavish on thee, while Thou withholdest any smile Of thy gratitude to her, Baser used than usurer. Shame be on thee an thou seek Not her pardon, with hot cheek, And bowed head, and brimming eyes At her merciful "Arise!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CONSERVATIVE by CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON GILMAN SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON ASLEEP, ASLEEP; MARTYDOM OF SAINT STEPHEN by LUCY ANN BENNETT THE BAKER'S VAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPIGRAM ON AN OLD LADY WHO HAD SOME CURIOUS NOTIONS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |