Knowest thou not that of all human gifts <br />God chooses love?—alone, that may be laid <br />Upon His altar, who hath all things made, <br />And find acceptance:—to the hand that lifts <br />That precious price, the gates of heaven give way, <br />And wilt thou dare lightly to cast away <br />My soul's best offering, thou cruel child! <br />With wanton wealth of youth and beauty wild. <br />Who shall pray for thee, that there be not laid <br />On thee, in days to come, the bitter load, <br />Of love unrecognised and unrepaid? <br />Ah! who shall comfort thee, for all thy scorn, <br />When thou shalt wander, weeping and forlorn, <br />Remembering me, along life's flinty road?<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rejected-lover-to-his-mistress-i/
