The woman he loved, while he dreamed of her, <br /> Danced on till the stars grew dim, <br />But alone with her heart, from the world apart <br /> Sat the woman who loved him. <br /> <br />The woman he worshipped only smiled <br /> When he poured out his passionate love. <br />But the other somewhere, kissed her treasure most rare, <br /> A book he had touched with his glove. <br /> <br />The woman he loved betrayed his trust, <br /> And he wore the scars for life; <br />And he cared not, nor knew, that the other was true; <br /> But no man called her his wife. <br /> <br />The woman he loved trod festal halls, <br /> While they sang his funeral hymn, <br />But the sad bells tolled, ere the year was old, <br /> For the woman that loved him.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-loves/
