On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue. I saw the danger, and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a falling leaf At the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worst of passions pledged. The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts And I not making hay, oh I loved too much;and by such, by such Is happiness thrown away.
I gave her gifts of the mind. I gave her the secret sign That's known to the artists who have Known the true Gods of Sound and stone. and word and tint without a stint. I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her own dark hair Like the clouds over fields of May. On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now away from me, So hurriedly. My reason must allow, That I have loved, not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the playing loose here's wings at the dawn of day.
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