DEEM me not fickle, in that I No more frequent thy shrine, Not yet, reproachful, ask me why I seldom pen a line. Thy cult doth call for leisured hands, And, since man @3must@1 be fed, A stern necessity demands I earn my daily bread. Yet this neglect doth no-wise prove That thee I less adore, But that, though true to thee, I love My bread-and-butter more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |