WE are not near enough to love, I can but pity all your woe; For wealth has lifted me above, And falsehood set you down below. If you were true, we still might be Brothers in something more than name; And were I poor, your love to me Would make our differing bonds the same. But golden gates between us stretch, Truth opens her forbidding eyes; You can't forget that I am rich, Nor I that you are telling lies. Love never comes but at love's call, And pity asks for him in vain; Because I cannot give you all, You give me nothing back again. And you are right with all your wrong, For less than all is nothing too; May Heaven beggar me ere long, And Truth reveal herself to you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH ETERNITY BLUES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DEATH SNIPS PROUD MEN by CARL SANDBURG |