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 , were you kinless and lonely— Dear, were you kin to me— My love were compassionate only Or such as it needs would be.

But eyes of father and mother Like sunlight shed on you shine: What need you have heed of another Such new strange love as is mine?

It is not meet if unruly Hands take of the children's bread And cast it to dogs; but truly The dogs after all would be fed.

On crumbs from the children's table That crumble, dropped from above, Mr heart feeds, fed with unstable Loose waifs of a child's light love.

Though love in your heart were brittle As glass that breaks with a touch, You haply would lend him a little Who surely would give you much.