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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 251 |
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The grass, the leaves, the earth, the dew, The grave I make the spot —
Here, where she used to love me, Here, where she loves me not. |
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MADE another garden, yea, For my new Love, I left the dead rose where it lay And set the new above. Why did my Summer not begin? Why did my heart not haste ? My old Love came and walked therein And laid the garden waste.
She entered with her weary smile
Just as of old ; She looked around a little while
And shivered with the cold. Her passing touch was death to all,
Her passing look a blight; She made the white-rose petals fall,
And turned the red rose white.
Her pale robe clinging to the grass
Was like a snake That bit and bit the ground, alas,
And a sad trail did make. She went up slowly to the gate,
And then, just as of yore, She turned back at the last to wait
And say farewell once more. |
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