Page:The witch-maid & other verses (1914).djvu/67

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AN OLD SONG



AN OLD SONG

The almond bloom is overpast, the apple blossoms blow.
I never loved but one man, and I never told him so.

My flowers will never come to fruit, but I have kept my pride—
A little, cold, and lonely thing, and I have naught beside.

The spring-wind caught my flowering dreams, they
lightly blew away.
I never had but one true love, and he died yesterday.

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