Sonnets. 14. Now I have love again and life again
Now I have love again and life again By either hand, and cannot join their palms; For me they never will be one but twain, And I from each accept the barest alms. Life’s dole I scatter publicly, love’s lies Unspent, unspent for ever in my heart-- Poor heart, poor beggar of bleak charities From stores wherein it owns no proper part. Each knows me for his almsman in distress And brings his mercies to my famished door, But love asks not who doth my body dress, Nor life who stoops to clothe a heart so poor. Why do ye always come in singleness? Meet in me once, and I will want no more.
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