Winter 1964 • Vol. XXVI No. 1 Poetry |

All I Tell You from My Heart

I begged my love to wait a bit   Although the sky was clear: "I smell a shower of rain," said I,   "And you'll be caught, I fear." "You want to keep me trapped," she said,   "And hold my hand again …" But not ten minutes had she gone   When how the rain did rain! "Alas, dear love, so wet you are—   You should have trusted me: For all I tell you from my heart   Is sure as prophecy." I begged my love to wait a bit   And watch the fagots blaze. "There's music on the march," said I,   "To cheer whoever stays." "You want to keep me trapped," she said,   "O, every night's the same …" But not ten minutes had she gone   When in the fiddlers came! "Alas, dear love, what tunes they played!   You should have trusted me: For all I tell you from my heart   Is sure as prophecy." I begged my love to take good heed   When walking through the wood, And warned her of a random rogue   Who brought the world no goo

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