Classic Poem

And is it sweeter to be
Crowned, at the end,
So, for the weaving of dreams,
Or as a Friend?
Famed for the shaping of tents, whose passing guest
May find a pictured rest?
Or as a Friend
Whose one hearth-fire shall beacon all the way,—
Or wilderness?
Not yours to choose, O Lady of this day.
Both gifts are yours; and we here at the door,
All we are yours, who come full fain to bless
With little offerings of our hearts' desire!
All we who crowd to warm ourselves before