"If you only knew
How gladly I've given it
All these years—
The light of mine eyes,
The heat of my lips,
Mine agonies,
My yearning tears,
My blood that drips,
My brain that sears:
If you only knew
How gladly I've given it
All these years—
My hope and my youth,
My manhood, my Art,
My passion, my truth,
My mind and my heart:
"O my brother, you would not say,
What have you to do with me?
You would not, would not turn away
Doubtingly and bitterly.
"If you only knew
How little I cared for
These other things—
The delicate speech,
The high demand
Of each from each,
The imaginings
Of Love's Holy Land:
If you only knew
How little I cared for
These other things—
The wide clear view
Over peoples and times,
The search in the new
Entrancing climes,
Science's wings
And Art's sweet chimes:
"O my brother, if you only knew
What to me in these things is understood,
As it seems to me it would seem to you,
What was good for the Cause was surely good:
"O my brother, you would not say:
What have you to do with me?
You would not, would not turn away
Doubtingly and bitterly:
"But you would take my hand with your hand,
O my brother, if you only knew;
You would smile at me, you would understand,
You would call me brother as I call you!"