Raglan Road

Down Raglan Road on an August 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 walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said, Let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day

Down Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts was baking tarts
And I not making hay
For I loved too much, like such, like such
Is happiness thrown away

Now I gave her secrets of the mind
I gave her the sign that's known
Unto the artist who has pledged
The true God of clay and stone
And word or hint I did not stint
For I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her long dark hair
Like clouds o'er the fields in May

Down a quiet street where the 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 his wings he'll lose
At the dawning of the day