LOVE'S MENDICANT

by: Susan Mitchell

HAT do I want of thee?

No gift of smile or tear

Nor casual company,

But in still speech to me

Only thy heart to hear.

 

Others contentedly

Go lonely here and there;

I cannot pass thee by,

Love’s Mendicant am I

Who meet thee everywhere.

 

No merchandise I make;

Thou mayst not give to me

The counterfeits they take.

I claim Him for Love’s sake,

The Hidden One in thee.

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