He knew the world would say ’twas wrong,
And say it as though they were sincere,
To love this woman who had a career.
Then she must go, or the world would scoff
If they knew of his love, so he cast her off.
He lived alone and he soon grew rich,
For he hadn’t been tarred by the vampire’s pitch.
To himself he said, he was doing right,
Though he craved for her love both day and night—
’Twas then he sought, as he but knows,