Poem by William Makepeace Thackeray

To Mary

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! 

1. The King on the Tower
2. My Nora
3. Peg of Limavaddy
4. The Almack’s Adieu
5. The Last of May

Samuel Lover To Mary ("As in the calmest day the pine-tree gives")

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