I am not blind — I understand;
I see him loyal, good, and wise,
I feel decision in his hand,
I read his honour in his eyes.
Manliest among men is he
He never loved a girl but me
— And I — I loathe him! — loathe him!
The other! Ah! I value him Precisely at his proper rate,
A creature of caprice and whim,
Unstable, weak, importunate.
His thoughts are set on paltry gain
— You only tell me what I see
— I know him selfish, cold and vain;
But, oh! he's all the world to me!
