LET him who is no lover Go hence and seek another Floor on which to dance, He merits not good chance! Be there one who knows not Love, Let him hasten from this place, For that heart is poor in grace Which fond ardours doth not prove. Be there one whose fires burn low, Let him breathe on them, and so They blaze again, he need not go! Love presideth o'''er this feast, Those who serve him gather round. Be there one by envy bound, Take he leave, for thus at least He will go and not be chased! Only those whom Love hath graced In so sweet a bower are placed. Be there one who is ashamed Of loving, let her ponder fair 109 And she will soon become aware To love is to be nobly famed; For love all homage doth deserve; Ingratitude doth shame reserve. Be there one perchance so vile As to flee away for fright, Let her understand aright, No such coward fancies wile In gentle hearts! Nature doth bring Us beauty; foolish '''twere to fling. Away the roses of the spring! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |