Poem by Arthur Conan Doyle

«Songs of the Road» (1911). 20. A Woman’s Love

I am not blind - I understand;
I see him loyal, good, and wise,
I feel decision in his hand,
I read his honour in his eyes.
Manliest among men is he
With every gift and grace to clothe him;
He never loved a girl but me -
And I - I loathe him! - loathe him!

The other! Ah! I value him
Precisely at his proper rate,
A creature of caprice and whim,
Unstable, weak, importunate.
His thoughts are set on paltry gain -
You only tell me what I see -
I know him selfish, cold and vain;
But, oh! he's all the world to me!

1. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 17. Man's Limitation
2. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 13. Compensation
3. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 30. The Echo
4. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 2. Sir Nigel's Song
5. «Songs of the Road» (1911). 4. A Post-Impressionist

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