Only the passion of primrose banks in May
Which are merely a point of departure for the play
And yearning poignancy when on their own.
Yet when all is said and done a considerable
Portion of living is found in inanimate
Nature, and a man need not feel miserable
If fate should have decided on this plan of it.
Then there is always the passing gift of affection
Tossed from the windows of high charity
In the office girl and civil servant section
And these are no despisable commodity.
So be reposed and praise, praise praise
The way it happened and the way it is.
ON RAGLAN ROAD
(Air : The Dawning of The Day)
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of
O I loved too much and by such by such is happiness
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems
With her own name there and her own dark hair like
When the angel wooes the clay he'd lose his wings at