"Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings,
And Triumph is his crown.
Earth fades in flame before his wings,
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,
vinegar to thy kiss!" --
But Tragedy is not for me;
And I'm content to be gay.
So whenever I spied a Tragic
I went another way.
And so I never feared to see
You wander down the street,
Or come across the fields to me
For what they'd never told me of,
And what I never knew;
It was that all the time, my love,
be merely you.