I seem, in the midst of the crowd,
  The lightest of all;
My laughter rings cheery and loud,
  In banquet and ball.
My lip hath its smiles and its sneers,
  For all men to see;
But my soul, and my truth, and my tears,
  Are for thee, are for thee!

Around me they flatter and fawn--
  The young and the old.
The fairest are ready to pawn
  Their hearts for my gold.
They sue me--I laugh as I spurn
  The slaves at my knee;
But in faith and in fondness I turn
  Unto thee, unto thee!