| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917. |
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| 110. Let Me No More a Mendicant |
| | | By Arthur Colton |
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| LET me no more a mendicant | |
| Without the gate | |
| Of the world’s kingly palace wait; | |
| Morning is spent, | |
| The sentinels change and challenge in the tower, | 5 |
| Now slant the shadows eastward hour by hour. | |
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| Open the door, O Seneschal! Within | |
| I see them sit, | |
| The feasters, daring destiny with wit, | |
| Casting to win | 10 |
| Or lose their utmost, and men hurry by | |
| At offices of confluent energy. | |
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| Let me not here a mendicant | |
| Without the gate | |
| Linger from dayspring till the night is late, | 15 |
| And there are sent | |
| All homeless stars to loiter in the sky, | |
| And beggared midnight winds to wander by. | |
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