 | The wind in the trees |  |
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LOVE LIES BLEEDING
In my heart's else barren ground
Love-lies-bleeding,
Love lies all one bitter wound.
Love-lies-bleeding,
Love lies all one bitter wound.
Heart's-ease, she is done and over;
Roses, lilies,
Drifted leaves of autumn cover.
Roses, lilies,
Drifted leaves of autumn cover.
Ah, poor Love, so full of blisses,
And so lately
Love-in-a-mist of love and kisses.
And so lately
Love-in-a-mist of love and kisses.
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Ah, poor Love, who built so high!
Who shall build us
Nests whence never a bird shall fly?
Who shall build us
Nests whence never a bird shall fly?
In my heart's plot, winter-gray,
Love-lies-bleeding
For the bird that's flown away.
Love-lies-bleeding
For the bird that's flown away.
| The wind in the trees | |