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THEY SAY that I never have written of love, / As a writer of songs should do; / They say that I never could touch the strings / With a touch that is firm and true; / They say I know nothing of women and men / In the fields where Love's roses grow, / And they say I must write with a halting pen -- / Do you think that I do not know?
When the love-burst came, like an English Spring, / In the days when our hair was brown, / And the hem of her skirt was a sacred thing / And her hair was an angel's crown. / The shock when another man touched her arm, / Where the dancers sat round in a row; / The hope and despair, and the false alarm -- / Do you think that I do not know?