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Edith Nesbit - The ClaimEdith Nesbit - The Claim
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OH! I admit I`m dull and poor,     And plain and gloomy, as you tell me; And dozens flock around your door     Who in all points but one excel me. You smile on them, on me you frown,     They worship for the wage you pay; I lay life, love, and honour down     For you to walk on every day. I am the only one who sees     That though such gifts can never move you, A meagre price are gifts like these     For life`s high privilege--to love you. I am the one among your train     Who sees that loving you is worth A thousand times the certain gain     Of all the heaped-up joys of earth. And you, who know as well as I,     What your glass tells you every morning-- A kindred soul you should descry,     Dilute with sympathy your scorning. At least you should approve the intense     Love that gives all for you to waste; Your other lovers have more sense,     Admit that I have better taste.
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