Honoured I lived e'erwhile with honoured men <br />In opulent state. My table nightly spread <br />Found guests of worth, peer, priest and citizen, <br />And poet crowned, and beauty garlanded. <br />Nor these alone, for hunger too I fed, <br />And many a lean tramp and sad Magdalen <br />Passed from my doors less hard for sake of bread. <br />Whom grudged I ever purse or hand or pen? <br /> <br />To--night, unwelcomed at these gates of woe <br />I stand with churls, and there is none to greet <br />My weariness with smile or courtly show <br />Nor, though I hunger long, to bring me meat. <br />God! what a little accident of gold <br />Fences our weakness from the wolves of old!<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honour-dishonoured/
