The Philosopher
Andwhat are you that, wanting you,I should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?And what are you that, missing you,As many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?I know a man that’s a braver manAnd twenty men as kind,And what are you, that you should beThe one man in my mind?Yet women’s ways are witless ways,As any sage will tell,—And what am I, that I should loveSo wisely and so well?
Andwhat are you that, wanting you,I should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?And what are you that, missing you,As many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?I know a man that’s a braver manAnd twenty men as kind,And what are you, that you should beThe one man in my mind?Yet women’s ways are witless ways,As any sage will tell,—And what am I, that I should loveSo wisely and so well?
Andwhat are you that, wanting you,I should be kept awakeAs many nights as there are daysWith weeping for your sake?
And what are you that, missing you,As many days as crawlI should be listening to the windAnd looking at the wall?
I know a man that’s a braver manAnd twenty men as kind,And what are you, that you should beThe one man in my mind?
Yet women’s ways are witless ways,As any sage will tell,—And what am I, that I should loveSo wisely and so well?