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.