Only One

Twenty thousand souls abreast

May call me yet the heaven’s blest.

Midst twenty thousand strong

I say that life may yet be wrong,

But to be seen by one amidst the throng

Is yet to know that I belong.

What darkest eyes may set awry,

That single smile may yet supply

In heart and mind my dear ally

But for that sigh, that cruel goodbye.

Give to me that Crown—

Right quick, before I drown.