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.
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.
The thing that I am seeking
I know I shall not find;
A wistful voice is crying
This sorrow in my mind.
IF I had loved you more God would have had pity;
He would never have left me here in this desolate place,
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.
MY garden walks were smooth and green
And edged with box trees left and right,
An old grey sun-dial stood between
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.
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.
WHEN a storm comes up at night and the wind is crying,
When the trees are moaning like masts on laboring ships,