HE’S GONE to England for a wife <br />Among the ladies there; <br />And yet I know a lass he deemed <br />The rarest of the rare. <br />He’s gone to England for a wife; <br />And rich and proud is he. <br />But he was poor and toiled for bread <br />When first he courted me. <br /> <br />He said I was the best on earth; <br />He said I was “his life”; <br />And now he thinks of noble birth, <br />And seeks a lady wife! <br />He said for me alone he’d toil <br />To win an honest fame; <br />But now no lass on southern soil <br />Is worthy of his name! <br /> <br />I think I see his lady bride, <br />A fair and faultless face, <br />And nothing in her heart beside <br />The empty pride of race. <br />And she will grace his gilded home, <br />The wife his gold shall buy; <br />But will she ever dream of him, <br />Or love as well as I?<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-s-gone-to-england-for-a-wife/
