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Child, were you kinless and lonely—
Dear, were you kin to me—
My love were compassionate only
Or such as it needs would be.
Child, were you kinless and lonely—
Dear, were you kin to me—
My love were compassionate only
Or such as it needs would be.
But eyes of father and mother
Like sunlight shed on you shine:
What need you have heed of another
Such new strange love as is mine?
Like sunlight shed on you shine:
What need you have heed of another
Such new strange love as is mine?
It is not meet if unruly
Hands take of the children’s bread
And cast it to dogs; but truly
The dogs after all would be fed.
Hands take of the children’s bread
And cast it to dogs; but truly
The dogs after all would be fed.
On crumbs from the children’s table
That crumble, dropped from above,
My heart feeds, fed with unstable
Loose waifs of a child’s light love.
That crumble, dropped from above,
My heart feeds, fed with unstable
Loose waifs of a child’s light love.
Though love in your heart were brittle
As glass that breaks with a touch,
You haply would lend him a little
Who surely would give you much.
As glass that breaks with a touch,
You haply would lend him a little
Who surely would give you much.
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