Little Lover
Little Lover
You made your little lover kind,And quick of word and kiss and tear,And everything a woman craves;You could not make him big, my dear.And so you made your great self small,As only a great woman can,Nor cared a jot; but ah, he knewAnd cared a lot, the little man.He knew and hated you at last.Let me be fair! He left you then.That one big generous thing he did:Left you to grieve to heights again.
You made your little lover kind,And quick of word and kiss and tear,And everything a woman craves;You could not make him big, my dear.And so you made your great self small,As only a great woman can,Nor cared a jot; but ah, he knewAnd cared a lot, the little man.He knew and hated you at last.Let me be fair! He left you then.That one big generous thing he did:Left you to grieve to heights again.
You made your little lover kind,And quick of word and kiss and tear,And everything a woman craves;You could not make him big, my dear.
You made your little lover kind,
And quick of word and kiss and tear,
And everything a woman craves;
You could not make him big, my dear.
And so you made your great self small,As only a great woman can,Nor cared a jot; but ah, he knewAnd cared a lot, the little man.
And so you made your great self small,
As only a great woman can,
Nor cared a jot; but ah, he knew
And cared a lot, the little man.
He knew and hated you at last.Let me be fair! He left you then.That one big generous thing he did:Left you to grieve to heights again.
He knew and hated you at last.
Let me be fair! He left you then.
That one big generous thing he did:
Left you to grieve to heights again.