The
world wouldn’t term you as pretty,
Nor would it acknowledge you fair;
The
world wouldn’t term you as witty,
Nor clever nor saintly nor rare.
But
its verdict is far from alarming,
The world is mistaken and small;
To
me you are clever and charming,
The queenliest sweetheart of all.
So
away with the world’s poor opinion,
We can wander our journey alone;
We
will hie off to love’s pure dominion,
And live in a world of our own.
May 13, 1899
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