Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

Sonnets. 2. O Spare Me from the Hand of Niggard Love

O spare me from the hand of niggard love
That grasps at interest on what it lends,
And sets cold counsel as a guard above
The hoard it calculates before it spends.
Such misers of the riches of the heart
Bear their untested treasure to the grave,
And miss the whole, striving to save the part,
By the bare measure they have striven to save.

Is it for pride in saying at the end:
See, Life! I spent not all that thou hast given--
Lo, this and this and this I did not spend!
I stinted earth of bliss to add to heaven.
Alas, poor fools! life only gave ye this
Because earth has such need of heavenly bliss.

1. Myfanwy Among the Leaves
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Sonnets. 15. Farewell, you children that I might have borne
4. Sonnets. 17. My Little Dream, My Momentary Dream
5. Sonnets. 4. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say

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