II. ON A PROFITEER.

I fattened on the blood and tears

Of these long laborious years;

Out of loss came forth my gain,

Watered by another’s pain:

Who shall bid me rise again?

Pray for me, all poor men, and pray right well,

Lest poor men’s curses bring the rich to hell.

Oxford poetry, 1918 · 第 46 / 63 题