LADY, I see you every day-- <br />More than your other lovers do; <br />I sit beside you at the Play, <br />And in the Park I ride with you. <br /> <br /> <br />Through picture shows with you I roam <br />With you I shop and dance and dine; <br />I know the hours when you're 'at home' <br />To no one else's knock but mine. <br /> <br /> <br />And yet so near and yet so far, <br />I scarce dare look at you, for fear <br />I should remark, 'How sweet you are, <br />How charming, and how very dear!' <br /> <br /> <br />I dare not touch that hand of yours, <br />Or lend my voice a tender tone; <br />I know my state of grace endures <br />By fasting and by prayer alone. <br /> <br /> <br />But, in my lonely dreamlit nights, <br />I kiss your hands, your lips, your eyes; <br />For absence grants me all the rights <br />Your presence evermore denies.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compensation-15/
