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verse 1
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day,
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I saw her first and knew
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That her dark hair would weave a snare,
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that I might one day rue
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I saw the danger and I passed,
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along the enchanted way,
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and I said: 'Let grief, be a fallen leaf
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at the dawning of the day'
verse 2
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On Grafton Street in November,
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we tripped lightly along the ledge
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Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
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the worth of passion's pledge
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The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
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and I not making hay
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Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such,
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is happiness thrown away
verse 3
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I gave her gifts of the mind,
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I gave her the secret signs
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That's known to the artists who have known,
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the true gods of sound and stone
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And word and tint, without stint,
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I gave her poems to say
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With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
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like clouds over fields of May
verse 4
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On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
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I see her walking now
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Away from me so hurriedly,
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my reason must allow
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That I had loved, not as I should,
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a creature made of clay
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When the angel woos the clay, he'd lose,
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his wings at the dawn of day
Written by Patrick Kavanagh