Mary, lonely is my heart, 

Lonely it must ever be,

While the gay and gorgeous throng 

There is little chance for me.

Nay, I will not speak the word

That would pain and sorrow breed, 

Must be blind while others gaze, 

Must be dumb while others plead.

Neither will I ask that Fate 

Deck with that outward grace 

Which may give a meaner soul

Prize of Atlantic race.

Blasphemy it were to wish 

Thee the gilded tyrant’s thralls 

Loved I will be for myself 

Or I will not be loved at all.
~GK Chesterton  


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