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...BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON THE TURN OF THE ROAD by JANE BARLOW A RHAPSODY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BLAZED TRAIL by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN REMARKS ON DR. BROWN'S 'ESTIMATE OF THE MANNERS OF THE TIMES' by JOHN BYROM |