 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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TRANSLATION.
[My heart is troubled, and I think]
My heart is troubled, and I think
With longing of the olden time
When under sunnier skies we dwelt,
And life ran pleasantly as rhyme.
With longing of the olden time
When under sunnier skies we dwelt,
And life ran pleasantly as rhyme.
But now is this all over-set,
And all is strain and stress instead;
No longer have we God above,
Down under lies the Devil dead,
And all is strain and stress instead;
No longer have we God above,
Down under lies the Devil dead,
And all is rotten, mean and vain,
Sad, sullen, and of joy bereft;
There were no halting place for Pain
But that a little Love is left.
Sad, sullen, and of joy bereft;
There were no halting place for Pain
But that a little Love is left.
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |