(words by jesse fauset) On summer afternoons i sit Quiescent by you in the park, And idly watch the sunbeams gild And tint the ash tree's bark. Or else i watch the squirrles frisk And chaffer in the gra**y lane; And all the while i mark your voice Break with love and pain. I know a woman who would give Her chance of heaven to take my place; To see the love-light in your eyes, The love-glow on your face! And there's a man whose lightest word Can set my chilly blood afire; Fulfillment of his least behest Defines my life's desire. But he will none of me. nor i Of you. nor you of her. 'tis said The world is full of justs like these. I wish that i were dead.