What girl but, having gathered flowers,
Stript the beds and spoilt the bowers,
From the lapful light she carries
Drops a careless bud? nor tarries
To regain the waif and stray:
"Store enough for home" she'll say.
So say I too: give your lover
Heaps of loving, under, over,
Whelm him, make the one the wealthy!
Am I all so poor who, stealthy
Work it was! picked up what fell:
Not the worst bud, who can tell?
Humility
Robert Browning
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Poem topics: girl, home, light, poor, work, worst, stray, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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