Out on Raglan Road on an August day
I saw her first and I knew
Her dark hair would weawe a snare
That I might one day rue
Saw the danger, yet I walked
Out along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
Out on Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen
The true worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
But I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
Known to the artists who have seen
True gods of sound and stone
And word and tint
I did not stint
But I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her long dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May
Out on this quiet street where the old ghosts meet
I see her walking just now
Out away from me so, so hurrily
My reason it must allow
That I had wooed not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel wooes the clay he'd lose
His wings at the dawn of the day
Out on Raglan Road on an August day
I saw her first and I knew
Her dark hair would weawe a snare
That I might one day rue
Saw the danger and yet I walked
Out along the enchanted way
And I said let grief be fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
And I said let grief be fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day
And I said let grief be fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day