William Henry Davies
The Collected Poems of William H. Davies
To think my thoughts all hers,
Not one of hers is mine;
She laughs—while I must sigh;
She sings—while I must whine.
She eats—while I must fast;
She reads—while I am blind;
She sleeps—while I must wake;
Free—I no freedom find.
To think the world for me
Contains but her alone,
And that her eyes prefer
Some ribbon, scarf, or stone.