A WOMAN'S LOVE

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 he

With every gift and grace to clothe him;

He never loved a girl but me & -

And I I loathe him! loathe him!

The other! Ah! I value him

Precisely 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!