Raglan Road
On Raglan Road, on an Autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way And I said, "let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day" And I said, "let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day"
On Grafton Street in November, we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine, where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay Oh, I loved too much, and by such, by such is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint without stint
For I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow That I had loved not as I should, a creature made of clay When the Angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day When the Angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day