Author Witter Bynner I WONDER how it happensI was madeA foe of agateAnd a friend of jade,Yet have become,Unwisely I'm afraid,The friend of agateAnd the foe of jade—So that I wish, by dying,To be madeCareless of agate,Careless of jade. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments