Sweetheart

A. Foote

I

Not from the whole wide world I chose thee —

Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!

The wide, wide world could not inclose thee,

For thou art the whole wide world to me.

II

Years have flown since I knew thee first,

And I know thee as water is known of thirst;

Yet I knew thee of old at the first sweet sight,

And thou art strange to me, Love, to-night.