If you should tire of loving me
Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
Or cover thought with praise.
...
Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
...
I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover:
My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired;
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness,
Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired.
...
THE people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry,
They're pleasant when you're young and gay, and life is all to try,
...
WHETHER you live by hut or throne
Whether your feet tread stone or grass
Comes the one lad you shall never own
Or the one lass;
...
What if this year has given
Grief that some year must bring,
What if it hurt your joyous youth,
Crippled your laughter's wing?
...
THE Poor Old Soul plods down the street,
Contented, and forgetting
How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild
And how her life is setting;
...
IF I could lift
My heart but high enough
My heart could fill with love:
...
I was living very merrily on Middle Earth
As merry as a maid may be
Till the Gray Magician came down along the road
...
SHE sits and makes pink roses with her thread
And wonders what to do, her heart astir,
What road to take, where roads branch close ahead,
...