Say I am too often sad-
Still behold me at your side.
Say I’m neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue-
Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
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So silent I when Love was by
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,I have so much to say.
Back of my back, they talk of me,
Let them batten, and let them be-Me, I can sing them this:‘Better to shiver beneath the stars,Head on a faithless breast,Than peer at the night through rusted bars,And share an irksome rest.‘Better to see the dawn come up,Along of a trifling one,Than set a steady man’s cloth and cupAnd pray the day be done.‘Better be…
Now it’s over, and now it’s done;
Just as bright, the unheeding sun, —Can’t it see that the parting came?People hurry and work and swear,Laugh and grumble and die and wed,Ponder what they will eat and wear, —Don’t they know that our love is dead?Just as busy, the crowded street;Cars and wagons go rolling on,Children chuckle, and lovers meet, —Don’t they know…
Whose love is given over-well
Whilst those whose love is thin and wiseMay view John Knox in Paradise.
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –One perfect rose.I knew the language of the floweret;‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’Love long has taken for his amuletOne perfect rose.Why is it no one ever sent me yetOne perfect limousine, do you suppose?Ah no, it’s always just my luck to getOne perfect rose.
They laid their hands upon my head,
And time could heal a hurt, they said,And time could dim a vow.And they were pitiful and mildWho whispered to me then,‘The heart that breaks in April, child,Will mend in May again.’Oh, many a mended heart they knew.So old they were, and wise.And little did they have to doTo come to me with lies!Who flings…