I’m beginning to see the light —
You bore my presence thro’ kindness;
It seemed love to my cock-eyed sight —
The dreams I saw were pure blindness.
How could I have been so absurd
As to think I could win your hand?!
And all that time you breathed no word
Of the folly you had to stand —
Though you love me not, you still care
About not causing me sorrow:
I know that by the warnings fair
You gave me to soften the blow.
You gently hinted about a fat chance —
Now I know that was your answer;
I’m sorry I was such a dope —
I’ll stop being such a bother.