A Shropshire Lad
'I shall not vex you with my face
Henceforth, my love, for aye;
So take me in your arms a space
Before the east is grey.
Henceforth, my love, for aye;
So take me in your arms a space
Before the east is grey.
'When I from hence away am past
I shall not find a bride,
And you shall be the first and last
I ever lay beside.'
I shall not find a bride,
And you shall be the first and last
I ever lay beside.'
She heard and went and knew not why;
Her heart to his she laid;
Light was the air beneath the sky
But dark under the shade.
Her heart to his she laid;
Light was the air beneath the sky
But dark under the shade.
'Oh do you breathe, lad, that your breast
Seems not to rise and fall,
And here upon my bosom prest
There beats no heart at all?'
Seems not to rise and fall,
And here upon my bosom prest
There beats no heart at all?'
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