Oh, if the world were mine, Love,
I’d give the world for thee!
Alas! there is no sign, Love,
Of that contingency.
Were I a king, – which isn’t
To be considered now, –
A diadem had glistened
Upon that lovely brow.
Had fame with laurels crowned me, –
She hasn’t, up to date, –
Nor time nor change had found me
To love and thee ingrate.
If Death threw down his gage, Love,
Though life is dear to me,
I’d die, e’en of old age, Love,
To win a smile from thee.
But being poor, we part, dear,
And love, sweet love, must die;
Thou wilt not break thy heart, dear,
No more, I think, shall I!
(James Jeffrey Roche)
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