717 <br /> <br />The Beggar Lad—dies early— <br />It's Somewhat in the Cold— <br />And Somewhat in the Trudging feet— <br />And haply, in the World— <br /> <br />The Cruel—smiling—bowing World— <br />That took its Cambric Way— <br />Nor heard the timid cry for "Bread"— <br />"Sweet Lady—Charity"— <br /> <br />Among Redeemed Children <br />If Trudging feet may stand <br />The Barefoot time forgotten—so— <br />The Sleet—the bitter Wind— <br /> <br />The Childish Hands that teased for Pence <br />Lifted adoring—them— <br />To Him whom never Ragged—Coat <br />Did supplicate in vain—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beggar-lad-mdash-dies-early/
