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• Artiste: Dubliners (The)
• Titre: Raglan Road
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On Raglan Road of an Autumn Day, I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue. I saw the danger, and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a falling leaf At the dawning of the day. On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worst of passions pledged. The Queen of Hearts still making tarts And I not making hay, Oh 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 That's known to the artists who have known That true gods of sound and stone. And word and tint without stint. I gave her poems to say With her own name there and her own dark hair Like the clouds over fields of May. On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now Away from me, so hurriedly. My reason must allow, That I have loved, not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day.