Intro
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 and I passed,
along the enchanted way,
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 a 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
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 signs
That's known to the artists who have known,
the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint, without stint,
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
like clouds over fields of May
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'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day
When the angel woos the clay,
he'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day