Poems (Jackson)/Love's Rich and Poor

4579598Poems — Love's Rich and PoorHelen Hunt Jackson

LOVE'S RICH AND POOR.
TAKING me hand in hand,
Love led me through his land.
His land bloomed white and red;
His palaces were fair;
Glad people everywhere
Stood smiling.
Then Love said,—

"With all my kingdom wins,
Never my heart begins
To rest; my cruel poor
So rob my rich. By speech,
By look, they overreach,
And plunder every store.

"My rich I love, and make
More rich, for giving's sake.
My poor I scorn; they choose
Their chilly beggary;
My gold is ready, free,
But they forget, refuse.

"My rich I love. I weep
To see them starved, to keep
My worthless poor well fed;
To see them shiver, cold,
While wrapped with fold on fold,
The beggars sleep in bed.

"My rich I love, and yet.
My love no law can set;
In vain I warn and cry;
They give, and give, and give;
The selfish beggars live,
And smiling see them die."

Then walking hand in hand
With Love throughout his land,—
Land blooming white and red,—
I saw that everywhere,
Where life and love looked fair,
It was as he had said.