Song

“Oh! Love,” they said, “is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, And Sun and Moon bow down.”— But that, I knew, would never do; And Heaven is all too high. So whenever I meet a Queen, I said, I will not catch her eye. “Oh! Love,” they said, and “Love,” they said, “The gift of Love is this; A crown of thorns about thy head, And vinegar to thy kiss!”— But Tragedy is not for me; And I’m content to be gay. So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady, I went another way. And so I never feared to see You wander down the street, Or come across the fields to me On ordinary feet. For what they’d never told me of, And what I never knew; It was that all the time, my love, Love would be merely you.