Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. James Jeffrey RocheIf
O
I’d give the world for thee!
Alas! there is no sign, Love,
Of that contingency.
To be considered now,—
A diadem had glistened
Upon that lovely brow.
She has n’t, up to date,—
Nor time nor change had found me
To love and thee ingrate.
Though life is dear to me,
I’d die, e’en of old age, Love,
To win a smile from thee.
And love, sweet love, must die;
Thou wilt not break thy heart, dear,
No more, I think, shall I!