Measures of oil for others, <br /> Oil and red wine, <br />Lips laugh and drink, but never <br /> Are the lips mine. <br /> <br />Worlds at the feet of others, <br /> Power gods have known, <br />Hearts for the favoured round me <br /> Mine beats, alone. <br /> <br />Fame offering to others <br /> Chaplets of bays, <br />I with no crown of laurels, <br /> Only grey days. <br /> <br />Sweet human love for others, <br /> Deep as the sea, <br />God-sent unto my neighbour-- <br /> But not to me. <br /> <br />Sometime I'll wrest from others <br /> More than all this, <br />I shall demand from Heaven <br /> Far sweeter bliss. <br /> <br />What profit then to others, <br /> Laughter and wine? <br />I'll have what most they covet-- <br /> Death, will be mine.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-grey-days/
