I know your lips are bought like any fruit; I know your love, and of your love the root; I know your kisses toll for love that dies In kissing, to be buried in your eyes; I know I am degraded for your sake, And that my shame will not so much as make Your glory, or be reckoned in the debt Of memories you are mindful to forget. All this I know, and, knowing it, I come Delighted to my daily martyrdom; And, rich in love beyond the common store, Become for you a beggar, to implore The broken crumbs that from your table fall, Freely, in your indifference, on all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRAGIC STORY by ADELBERT VON CHAMISSO PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS THE WILD RIDE by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER by SIDNEY LANIER SPRING, 1916 by ISAAC ROSENBERG |