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...THE CHINESE NIGHTINGALE; A SONG IN CHINESE TAPESTRIES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS PSALM 92 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DISTURBED WASP; TO WILLIAM BEEBE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |