“I KNOW MYSELF THE BEST-BELOVED OF ALL.”
I know myself the best-beloved of all
The many dear to him; yet not indeed
Because of his swift thought for every need
Of my love’s craving; I could scarcely call
My very own the power to enthrall
Such chivalry as his, that turns to heed
Each slightest claim, nor thinks to ask the meed
Of love returned where love’s sweet offerings fall.