Me and my gift: kind Lord, behold, Be not extreme to test or sift; Thy Love can turn to fire and gold Me and my gift. Myself and mine to Thee I lift: Gather us to Thee from the cold Dead outer world where dead things drift. If much were mine, then manifold Should be the offering of my thrift: I am but poor, yet love makes bold Me and my gift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) ODE TO FORTUNE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK TO RUSSIA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE SOUL'S DEFIANCE by LAVINIA STONE STODDARD AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN |