 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
SINCE WE'RE APART
Since we're apart, since we're apart,
The weariness and lonely smart
Are going greatly round my heart;
Upon my pillow, ere I sleep,
The full of my two shoes I weep,
And like a ghost all day I creep.
The weariness and lonely smart
Are going greatly round my heart;
Upon my pillow, ere I sleep,
The full of my two shoes I weep,
And like a ghost all day I creep.
'Tis what you said you'd never change
Or with another ever range,
Now ev'n the Church is cold and strange.
There side by side our seats we took,
There side by side we held one book;
But with another now you look.
Or with another ever range,
Now ev'n the Church is cold and strange.
There side by side our seats we took,
There side by side we held one book;
But with another now you look.
And when the service it was o'er,
We'd walk the meadow's flow'ry floor,
As we shall walk and walk no more.
For while beneath the starry glow,
Ye two sit laughing light and low,
A shade among the shades I go.
We'd walk the meadow's flow'ry floor,
As we shall walk and walk no more.
For while beneath the starry glow,
Ye two sit laughing light and low,
A shade among the shades I go.
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