On Raglan Road at Dawn

On Raglan Road on an autumn's day I saw her first

and knew that her dark hair might weave a

snare that I might one day rue. I saw the

danger, yet I walked 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 words of passion's pledge.

The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I