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Thomas Dunn English - "Psyche Loves Me"Thomas Dunn English - "Psyche Loves Me"
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I have no gold, no lands, no robes of splendor, No crowd of sycophants to siege my door; But fortune in one thing at least is tender-- For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no fame, nor to the height of honor Will my poor name on tireless pinions soar; Yet Fate has never drawn my hate upon her-- For Psyche loves me1!Could I ask for more? I have no station, know no high position, And never yet the robes of office wore; Yet I can well afford to scorn ambition-- For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no beauty--beauty has forsworn me, On others wasting all her charming store: Yet I lack nothing now which could adorn me-- For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more? I have no learning--in nor school nor college Could I abide o`er quaint old tomes to pour; But this I know which passeth all your knowledge-- That Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more? Now come what may, or loss or shame or sorrow, Sickness, ingratitude or treachery sore, I laugh today and heed not for the morrow-- For Psyche loves me--and I ask no more.
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