Why have you brought me myrrh And frankincense and gold? Lay at the feet of her Whom you have loved of old Your frankincense and gold. I have brought frankincense And myrrh and gold to you From weary lands far hence That I have journeyed through To come at last to you. I cannot take your gold And frankincense and myrrh; My heart was growing cold While you were following her: Take back your gold and myrrh. Too late I come to you With prayers of frankincense. Pure gold, sweet myrrh, ye too, Scorned, must go hence, far hence As smoking frankincense. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A QUESTION by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE BUTTERFLY AND THE BEE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING |