To (Mackintosh)

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A Highland Regiment and Other Poems by Ewart Alan Mackintosh
To (Mackintosh)

     
You have destroyed my early loves.
  The grasses wet with dew.
And hills upon whose gentle breast
  My careless boyhood grew.
I have no happiness at all
  Except to be with you.

I have forgotten all the words
  And laughter of my friends,
The little inns that are like homes.
  The road that dips and bends ;
I hear them like a far-off song
  That fails at last and ends.

It's little use for us to grieve
  For things that cannot be ;
You can't give back the happiness
  You took away from me.
Give me yourself, for night and day
  It's only you I see.

Oxford, 1913