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...I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE |