FROM Paradise there came, one Maytide morn, An Almoner of love, with gifts divine: To some he brought rich draughts of magic wine; To some, who laboured in their fields forlorn, Sweet showers and sunbeams for the springing corn; Then me he called, with gracious word and sign, But when I looked what bounty should be mine, One fire-bright drop he gave me, as in scorn. "Angel! to these thou givest present mirth, To those, the promise of a golden crop In Autumn; was my hope so little worth?" Smiling, the Angel answered -- "Share and prove Their joy, if so thou wilt -- in that one drop Thou hast the life and quintessence of Love." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FINE DAY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH WISDOM COMETH WITH THE YEARS by COUNTEE CULLEN AFTER THE PAPAGO by JAMES GALVIN CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |