Some are fed on kingly fare, Some starve, as fate decrees; Of those death takes away the soul, The body takes of these. I would not have my soul to die; Too soon corruption comes. But two deaths I had rather die, Than live and live on crumbs. There is a banquet table set Within a silver gate Where lads and maidens lightly feast -- Outside the beggars wait. Oh, starve me, food and drink denied, Or gorge till soul succumbs, But I'll not live as beggars do -- Feed me not, Love, on crumbs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM O GLORIOUS FRANCE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |