Victory comes late - And is held low to freezing lips - Too rapt with frost To take it - How sweet it would have tasted - Just a Drop - Was God so economical? His Table's spread too high for Us - Unless We dine on tiptoe - Crumbs - fit such little mouths - Cherries - suit Robbins - The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles - Them - God keep His Oath to Sparrows - Who of little Love - know how to starve | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH THE WORLD-SOUL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |