I seem, in the midst of the crowd, The lightest of all; My laughter rings cheery and loud, In banquet and ball. My lip hath its smiles and its sneers, For all men to see; But my soul, and my truth, and my tears, Are for thee, are for thee! Around me they flatter and fawn— The young and the old. The fairest are ready to pawn Their hearts for my gold. They sue me—I laugh as I spurn The slaves at my knee; But in faith and in fondness I turn Unto thee, unto thee!
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