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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Harry Romaine

All on One Side

SHE is like Nature: and I love

Her ever-changing, wayward moods,

As I adore the sky above;

The far blue hills; the dark, green woods;

The noisy brook; the torrent’s roar;

The glamour of a moonlight night;

The never-ending ocean’s shore;

The fleecy cloud-heads, soft and white.

She is like Nature. Much she cares,

Though I should love a thousand years!

If I am sad when sunlight glares,

Will cloudless skies weep scalding tears?

And will my gladness dry the rain?

Will Nature smile and join my glee?

Will Nature love me back again?

I think not—and no more will She!