[00:02.427]On Raglan Road on an autumn day[00:11.600]I saw her first and knew[00:19.105]That her dark hair would weave a snare[00:28.360]That I might one day rue[00:35.599]I saw the danger and I passed[00:43.750]Along the enchanted way[00:50.610]And I said: Let grief, be a fallen leaf[00:58.087]At the dawning of the day[01:07.338]On Grafton Street in November[01:14.520]We tripped lightly along the ledge[01:22.399]Of a deep ravine where can be seen[01:29.791]The worth of passion's pledge[01:35.980]The Queen of Hearts still making tarts[01:42.825]And I'm not making a hay[01:49.654]Oh I loved too much and by such[01:55.312]By such is happiness thrown away[02:05.989]I gave her gifts of the mind[02:11.713]I gave her the secret signs[02:20.951]That's known to the artists who have known[02:28.457]The true gods of sound and stone[02:35.227]And word and tint without stint[02:42.488]I gave her poems to say[02:49.038]With her own name there and her own dark hair[02:57.606]Like clouds over fields of May[03:06.639]On a quiet street where old ghosts meet[03:13.602]I see her walking now[03:21.360]Away from me so hurriedly[03:28.809]My reason must allow[03:35.860]That I had loved not as I should[03:43.694]A creature made of clay[03:49.769]When the angel woos the clay[03:58.666]He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day