On Raglan Road, of an autumn dayI saw her first in viewThat her dark hair could weep a snareThat I might one day rueWell, I saw the danger and I passedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said, let grief be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the dayOn Grafton Street in NovemberWe took lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe work of passion's pledgeWhen the queen of hearts still make gintardsAnd I, not making hayWell, I've loved too much and by such, by suchWas happiness thrown awayNow the lonely street where all goats meetI see her passing nowAway from me so hurriedlyThat my reason was to loveFor I have loved not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel moves the clayHe'd lose his wingsAt the dawn of the day