If you had asked of me
All that I had,
I would have given it
And been glad.

But you made of me
A dream thing
That you pleased yourself
By worshipping.

You looked at my face
And never knew
What in my heart
I asked of you.

And so I said,
“It is only a game
To give to a dream
A face and name,

“While the woman I am
And the man you are
Are as far apart
As star and star.”