When I was young I longed for Love, <br />And held his glory far above <br />All other earthly things. I cried: <br />'Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;' <br />And with my subtlest art I wooed, <br />And eagerly the wight pursued. <br />But Love was gay and Love was shy, <br />He laughed at me and passed me by. <br /> <br />Well, I grew old and I grew gray, <br />When Wealth came wending down my way. <br />I took his golden hand with glee, <br />And comrades from that day were we. <br />Then Love came back with doleful face, <br />And prayed that I would give him place. <br />But, though his eyes with tears were dim, <br />I turned my back and laughed at him.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vengeance-is-sweet/
