IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
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The thing that I am seeking
I know I shall not find;
A wistful voice is crying
This sorrow in my mind.
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MY garden walks were smooth and green
And edged with box trees left and right,
An old grey sun-dial stood between
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IF I had loved you more God would have had pity;
He would never have left me here in this desolate place,
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I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
To echoes of your eager feet.
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HE has taken away the things that I loved best
Love and youth and the harp that knew my hand.
Laughter alone is left of all the rest.
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I'M glad I have but a little heart–
For my heart is very small–
It makes it free to come and go
And no one cares at all.
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WHEN a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying,
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,
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SOMETIMES when I am at tea with you
I catch my breath
At a thought that is old as the world is old
And more bitter than death.
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SMILINGLY, out of my pain,
I have woven a little song;
You may take it away with you.
I shall not sing it again,
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