On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I may one day rue<\/p>\n\n\n\n
.I saw the danger, yet I walked
Along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On Grafton Street in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worst of passions pledged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts
And I not making hay,
Well I loved too much; by such and such
Is happiness thrown away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I gave her the gifts of the mind.
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to all the artists who have
Known true Gods of Sound and Time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With word and tint I did not stint.
I gave her reams of poems to say
With her own dark hair and her own name there
Like the clouds over fields of May.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,
I see her walking now away from me,
So hurriedly. My reason must allow,
For I have wooed, not as I should a creature made of clay.
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the angel woos the clay, he’ll lose
His wings at the dawn of the day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I may one day rue .I saw the danger, yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along … <\/p>\n