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...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON THE RED TURTLENECK by KAREN SWENSON |