All The Wide World Is But The Thought Of You

A poem by Richard Le Gallienne

All the wide world is but the thought of you:
Who made you out of wonder and of dew?
Was it some god with tears in his deep eyes,
Who loved a woman white and over-wise,
That strangely put all violets in your hair -
And put into your face all distance too?

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