To My Mistress Maid Poem by Abu Tammam

To My Mistress Maid



To scorn me thus because I'm poor!
Canst thou a liberal hand upbraid
For dealing round some worthless ore ?
To spare's the wish of little souls,
The great but gather to bestow;
Yon current down the mountain rolls,
And stagnates in the swamp below.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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