Author Edwin Markham I DARE not ask your very all: I only ask a part. Bring me — when dancers leave the hall — Your aching heart. Give other friends your lighted face, The laughter of the years: I come to crave a greater grace — Bring me your tears! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.8 (16 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments