'Tis gone, the past was all a dream, The light of life is o'er, The hope that once so bright did seem Now shines for me no more. Ah! foolish heart, without a thought, In joy that did'st believe, Nor knew what many a tale has taught, Love smiles but to deceive. No more I'll join the dance and song, Nor mingle with the gay, And happy as the day is long Beguile the hours away. I'll seek me out some silent spot I solitude to grieve, And learn what many a tale has taught Love smiles but to deceive.
- by Michael Desmond Ryan (1893 - 1964) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Harry Joelson
This text was added to the website: 2008-03-06
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