LOVE came a beggar to her gate, The night was drear, the hour was late, And through the gloom she heard his moan Where at the gate he stood alone. His rounded form in rags was clad, His weeping eyes were wan and sad; But hid beneath his garb of woe He bore his arrows and his bow. She wept to see the beggar weep, She bade him on her bosom sleep, His wretched plight allayed her fears, She kissed and bathed him with her tears. The merry eyes began to glow, The rosy hand essayed the bow, The rough disguise was cast aside, And laughing Love for mercy cried. Love came a beggar to her gate, More wisely than with pomp and state; For who hath woman's pity won May count love's siege and battle done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER AT ONE O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BACH'S ORGAN WORKS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CLEVEDON VERSES: 5. STAR-STEERING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 13 by THOMAS CAMPION FOLD YOUR PALE HANDS by KATHLEEN CLOSE A BIT OF HUMAN NATURE by CHARLES WASHINGTON COLEMAN THE PURGATORY OF SUICIDES: BOOK 7, STANZA 8 by THOMAS COOPER |