To think my thoughts are hers, <br />Not one of hers is mine; <br />She laughs -- while I must sigh; <br />She sighs -- while I must whine. <br /> <br />She eats -- while I must fast; <br />She reads -- while I am blind; <br />She sleeps -- while I must wake; <br />Free -- I no freedom find. <br /> <br />To think the world for me <br />Contains but her alone, <br />And that her eyes prefer <br />Some ribbon, scarf, or stone.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-we-differ/
