Poems (White)/Which One
WHICH ONE
Now which of you I love the best? Better, greater, or less degree? Which of the two? I must confess I can't for all my life yet see.
One has hair of golden hue, The other eyes of deepest blue; One with gentle, sweet caress, The other proud, with love not less; One is open, candid and bright, The other sweet, and always right; One takes your love and fastens there, One slips her fingers in your hair; And so I love them both, you know,—Those girls in all their healthy glow; One has the best that I can see, The other, what I've longed to be.
Those happy, good, and faithful girls, As bright and glad as summer day; And I would give great worlds, and worlds, To keep their love for aye and aye.