JUST YOU

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

All the selfish joys of earth,

I am getting through.

That which used to lure and lead

Now I pass and give no heed;

Only one thing seems of worth -

Just you.

Not for me the lonely height,

And the larger view;

Lowlier ways seem fair and wide,

While we wander side by side.

One thing makes the whole world bright -

Just you.

Not for distant goals I run,

No great aim pursue;

Most of earth's ambitions seem

Like the shadow of a dream.

All the world to me means one -

Just you.