Author Richard Crashaw Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land, Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand : The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave ; The other cast away, she only gave. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments