Just You

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

All the selfish joys of earth,
   I am getting through.
That which used to lure and lead
   Now I pass and give no heed;
Only one thing seems of worth—
      Just you.

Not for me the lonely height,
   And the larger view;
Lowlier ways seem fair and wide,
   While we wander side by side.
One thing makes the whole world bright—
      Just you.

Not for distant goals I run,
   No great aim pursue;
Most of earth’s ambitions seem
   Like the shadow of a dream.
All the world to me means one—
      Just you.

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