RICH, thou hadst many lovers;--poor, hast none: So surely want extinguishes the flame, And she who called thee once her pretty one, And her Adonis, now inquires thy name. Where wast thou born, Sosicrates, and where, In what strange country, can thy parents live, Who seem'st, by thy complaints, not yet aware That want's a crime no woman can forgive? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: GOTTLIEB GERALD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |