 | Verses by W. H. Mallock |  |
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TO IRMA
The world was bright with many a prize
Of power and pride for me.
I looked at thee with dreaming eyes,
And left the world for thee.
Of power and pride for me.
I looked at thee with dreaming eyes,
And left the world for thee.
With waking eyes—with eyes bereft
Of dreams I see thee now.
The paltriest prize I loved and left
Was not so vain as thou.
Of dreams I see thee now.
The paltriest prize I loved and left
Was not so vain as thou.
I'll seek again for power and pride:
Ah no!—Too late I see
That all things else are dross beside
My broken dream of thee.
Ah no!—Too late I see
That all things else are dross beside
My broken dream of thee.
| Verses by W. H. Mallock | |