The poem
All that I had I brought, Little enough I know; A poor rhyme roughly wrought, A rose to match thy snow: All that I had I brought.
Little enough I sought: But a word compassionate, A passing glance, or thought, For me outside the gate: Little enough I sought.
Little enough I found: All that you had, perchance! With the dead leaves on the ground, I dance the devil's dance. All that you had I found.