For I Have Loved, Not as I Should, a Creature Made of Clay …

On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue.

I saw the danger, and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged.

The queen of hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay,
Oh I loved too much; and by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to artists who have known
The true gods of sound and time.

And words and tint I did not stint.
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her long dark hair
Like the clouds over fields of May.

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now
Away from me, so hurriedly,
My reason must allow,

That I have loved , not as I should
A creature made of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of day.
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4 Responses to For I Have Loved, Not as I Should, a Creature Made of Clay …

  1. ~ Kira ~ says:

    Thank you so much. I seem to have lost my wings for now, but there's a little Angel who will see that I find them again.

  2. T J says:

    I need an angel to woo me…

  3. Mama Bear says:

    Angels are all around us.. just gotta take the time.. to see them!

  4. Mel Weinerth says:

    What a lovely song .

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