Me and my gift: kind Lord, behold, Be not extreme to test or sift; Thy Love can turn to fire and gold Me and my gift. Myself and mine to Thee I lift: Gather us to Thee from the cold Dead outer world where dead things drift. If much were mine, then manifold Should be the offering of my thrift: I am but poor, yet love makes bold Me and my gift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY LILIES: 21. ART NEEDS THEE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE BRIDE'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |