Maybe Somewhere There's a World Where One
|Maybe somewhere there's a world where one|
Alone might live unloved and happy still,
Dependent only on a well-wrought will
Imposing love upon a world of stone.
No such world awaits me. I am yours
As surely as sweet music needs an ear;
Wealth, a cause; or pain, a friendly tear;
Eve, the sunlit moon that sight restores.
Do this, though, for you, and not for me;
Simply for your own sake, not for mine:
Read the letters that begin each line,
In which I put my poor wish, vertically.
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