John Millington Synge
A Wish - Poem by John Millington Synge
May seven tears in every week,
Touch the hollow of you cheek,
That I - signed with such a dew -
For the Lion's share may sue
Of roses ever curled
Round the may-pole of the world.
Heavy riddles lie in this,
Sorrow's sauce for every kiss.
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