Paroles Raglan Road de Dubliners (The)

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On Raglan Road of an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rue.I saw the danger, and I passedAlong 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 the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledged.The Queen of Hearts still making tartsAnd I not making hay,Oh I loved too much; and by such by suchIs happiness thrown away. I gave her gifts of the mind.I gave her the secret signThat's known to the artists who have knownThat true gods of sound and stone.And word and tint without stint.I gave her poems to sayWith her own name there and her own dark hairLike 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 shouldA creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay, he'll loseHis wings at the dawn of the day.

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