Where We Differ by William Henry Davies
To think my thoughts are hers, Not one of hers is mine; She laughs -- while I must sigh; She sighs -- while I must whine.
She eats -- while I must fast; She reads -- while I am blind; She sleeps -- while I must wake; Free -- I no freedom find.
To think the world for me Contains but her alone, And that her eyes prefer Some ribbon, scarf, or stone.
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