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From a London garden

Chapter 6: WAGES
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A collected series of lyrical poems moves between urban and rural imagery to reflect on love, mortality, time, memory, and moral growth. The poet uses concise, imagistic language and varied meters to meditate on human experience: longing and loss, pride and humility, the rhythms of city life and quiet country scenes, the passage of days and seasons, death and consolation. Voices range from personal confession to philosophical observation, with elegiac tones, religious reflection, and celebration of steadfastness. Recurring motifs—light and shadow, dawn and evening, gardens and streets—bind individual pieces into a contemplative portrait of inner life amid modern surroundings.

WAGES

I’d have you love me, yet your love should be
A virtue less in you than me;
I would not have folk say, “With what a meek
Most patient strength she bears with all his weak
And childish sins, his follies mean and wild!
She loves him as we love a wayward child,
Loves him for very pity, even, methinks,
As God loves us.”
Ah, stoop not to me thus!
For love so given poisons him that drinks.
If, when you look into my life, you see
No worth that you can love in me;
If, being very human, I am prone
To ways that are less heavenly than your own;
If I have fall’n from your ideal height
—Then do not love me in my own despite,
Make me no halting beggar at Love’s gate
Loved, as such are,
For God’s sake; rather far
Think I at least am worthy of your hate.
Love me, dear heart, if thus it may befall,
For my own sake—or not at all.
Love me for what I am; or, if not so,
For what I am hate me and let me go;
Dole me no humbling charity, nor turn
Unjustly from me—pay but what I earn,
That unashamed and man-like I may live
And know, elate,
That be it love or hate,
At least you think me worthy what you give.