The Philosopher (a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay)

And what are you that, wanting you,

I should be kept awake

As many nights as there are days

With weeping for your sake?

And what are you that, missing you,

As many days as crawl

I should be listening to the wind

And looking at the wall?

I know a man that's a braver man

And twenty men as kind,

And what are you, that you should be

The one man on my mind?

Yet women's ways are witless ways,

As any sage will tell-

And what am I, that I should love

So wisely and so well?