Love came back at fall o' dew,
Playing his old part;
But I had a word or two
That would break his heart.
'He who comes at candlelight,
That should come before,
Must betake him to the night
From a barred door.'
This the word that made us part
In the fall o' dew;
This the word that brake his heart --
Yet it brake mine, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sweet poem on the parting of lovers. Nicely written.