Author Robert Herrick I am of all bereft; Save but some few Beanes left, Whereof (at last) to make For me, and mine a Cake: Which eaten, they and I Will say our grace, and die. 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 Log in or register to post comments