All that I had I brought,
Little enough I know;
A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
Little enough I sought:
But a word compassionate,
A passing glance, or thought,
For me outside the gate:
Little enough I sought.
Little enough I found:
All that you had, perchance!
With the dead leaves on the ground,
I dance the devil's dance.
All that you had I found.
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Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Poem topics: poor, rose, snow, devil, match, thought, rhyme, dance, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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