III — MISCELLANEOUS VERSES
A WOMAN'S LOVEI am not blind — I understand;I see him loyal, good, and wise,I feel decision in his hand,I read his honour in his eyes.Manliest among men is heWith every gift and grace to clothehim;He never loved a girl but me —And I — I loathe him! — loathe him!The other! Ah! I value himPrecisely at his proper rate,A creature of caprice and whim,Unstable, weak, importunate.His thoughts are set on paltry gain —You only tell me what I see —I know him selfish, cold and vain;But, oh! he's all the world to me!
I am not blind — I understand;I see him loyal, good, and wise,I feel decision in his hand,I read his honour in his eyes.Manliest among men is heWith every gift and grace to clothehim;He never loved a girl but me —And I — I loathe him! — loathe him!The other! Ah! I value himPrecisely at his proper rate,A creature of caprice and whim,Unstable, weak, importunate.His thoughts are set on paltry gain —You only tell me what I see —I know him selfish, cold and vain;But, oh! he's all the world to me!