If I should sing 
All of my songs for you 
And you would not listen to them, 
If I should build 
All of my dream houses for you 
And you would never live in them, 
If I should give 
All of my hopes to you 
And you would laugh and say: I do not care, 
Still I would give you my love 
Which is more than my songs, 
More than any houses of dreams, 
Or dreams of houses — 
I would still give you my love 
Though you never looked at me.

(first published in American Life, 1925)