O woe is me, my heart is sad,
For I should never know
If Love came by like any lad,
Without his silver bow.
Or if he left his arrows sharp
And came a minstrel weary,
I'd never tell him by his harp
Nor know him for my dearie.
“O go your ways and have no fear,
For tho' Love passes by,
He'll come a hundred times, my dear,
Before your turn to die.”
Song (o Woe Is Me, My Heart Is Sad)
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: fear, heart, sad, silver, dear, sharp, never, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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