Since Love cries out for money, still, Where little is, or none Love me no more till I am dead, And every penny gone. Is there one tender thought to come, When I have nothing more To show the World that Love, though small, Can be secure and pure? Love me no more till I am dead, And dangers all removed; When, though my worms can spin no silk, I lie unblamed, and loved. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GUARDIAN OF THE RED DISK (SPOKEN BY A CITIZEN OF MALTA - 1300) by EMMA LAZARUS VOLPONE: TO CELIA by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG |