Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)

Just You

All the selfish joys of earth
   I am getting through.
That which used to lure and lead
   Now I pass and give no heed;
Only one thing seems of worth--
   Just you.

Not for me the lonely height,
   And the larger view;
Lowlier ways seems fair and wide,
   While we wander side by side.
One thing makes the whole world bright--
   Just you.

Not for distant goals I run,
   No great aim pursue;
Most of earth's ambitions seem
   Like the shadow of a dream.
All the world to me means one--
   Just you. 

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Behold the Earth
4. The Black Charger
5. In England

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