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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Raglan Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew <br>That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; <br>I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, <br>And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge <br>Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge, <br>The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay - <br>O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known <br>To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone <br>And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. <br>With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now <br>Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow <br>That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay - <br>When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+Kavanagh">Patrick Kavanagh</a><div class=q>
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That her dark hair would 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 fallen leaf at the dawning of the day. ..."></div>
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