The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves | ||
LOVE AT MY HEART
Love at my heart came knocking!
Ah! but with bitter mocking
I said him No!
Bowed and bade him go
Far, far away, heigho!
Ah! but with bitter mocking
I said him No!
Bowed and bade him go
Far, far away, heigho!
Ah! but when Love lay bleeding,
Pity, to scorn succeeding,
Turned cold disdain
Into poignant pain,
Till I too loved again.
Pity, to scorn succeeding,
Turned cold disdain
Into poignant pain,
Till I too loved again.
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Now love despised is dearest,
Now love neglected nearest;
Now late and soon,
Under sun and moon,
O, heart o' mine, keep Love's tune!
Now love neglected nearest;
Now late and soon,
Under sun and moon,
O, heart o' mine, keep Love's tune!
The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves | ||