 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
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I'D ROAM THE WORLD OVER WITH YOU
“I'd roam the world over and over with you,
O, Swan-neck, and Lark-voice, and Swallow-in-shoe,
My Violets and Lilies, and Rose without rue,
I'd roam the world over and over with you.”
O, Swan-neck, and Lark-voice, and Swallow-in-shoe,
My Violets and Lilies, and Rose without rue,
I'd roam the world over and over with you.”
“If I roamed the world over, fond lover, with you,
And we met the rude mountains, now what should I do?”
“They would smooth themselves straight at one stroke of your shoe,
And I'd course their crests over and over with you.”
And we met the rude mountains, now what should I do?”
“They would smooth themselves straight at one stroke of your shoe,
And I'd course their crests over and over with you.”
“My fond, foolish lover, still roaming with you,
To cross the rough river now what should we do?”
“To one great, shallow glass it would shrink from your shoe
And admire, and admire, and admire you step through.”
To cross the rough river now what should we do?”
“To one great, shallow glass it would shrink from your shoe
And admire, and admire, and admire you step through.”
“But, ah! if still roaming, rash lover, with you,
I reached the dread desert, say what could we do?”
“Your breath of soft balm would the wilderness woo
To break into blossom so heavenly of hue,
That we'd rest at long last from our roaming, aroo!”
I reached the dread desert, say what could we do?”
“Your breath of soft balm would the wilderness woo
To break into blossom so heavenly of hue,
That we'd rest at long last from our roaming, aroo!”
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