?Oh! Love,? they said, ?is King of Kings, 
 And Triumph is his crown. 
Earth fades in flame before his wings, 
 And Sun and Moon bow down.?? 
But that, I knew, would never do; 
 And Heaven is all too high. 
So whenever I meet a Queen, I said, 
 I will not catch her eye. 
 
?Oh! Love,? they said, and ?Love,? they said, 
 ?The gift of Love is this; 
A crown of thorns about thy head, 
 And vinegar to thy kiss!?? 
But Tragedy is not for me; 
 And I?m content to be gay. 
So whenever I spied a Tragic Lady, 
 I went another way. 
 
And so I never feared to see 
 You wander down the street, 
Or come across the fields to me 
 On ordinary feet. 
For what they?d never told me of, 
 And what I never knew; 
It was that all the time, my love, 
 Love would be merely you.