LOVE IS A TERRIBLE THING
I went out to the farthest meadow,I lay down in the deepest shadow;And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,”And unto the night, “O enfold me,”And unto the wind petulantlyI cried, “You know not for you are free!”And I begged the little leaves to leanLow and together for a safe screen;Then to the stars I told my tale:“That is my home-light, there in the vale,“And Ο, I know that I shall return,But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.“For there is a flame that has blown too near,And there is a name that has grown too dear,And there is a fear....”And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,“The heart in my bosom is not my own!“O would I were free as the wind on wing;Love is a terrible thing!”Grace Fallow Norton
I went out to the farthest meadow,I lay down in the deepest shadow;And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,”And unto the night, “O enfold me,”And unto the wind petulantlyI cried, “You know not for you are free!”And I begged the little leaves to leanLow and together for a safe screen;Then to the stars I told my tale:“That is my home-light, there in the vale,“And Ο, I know that I shall return,But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.“For there is a flame that has blown too near,And there is a name that has grown too dear,And there is a fear....”And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,“The heart in my bosom is not my own!“O would I were free as the wind on wing;Love is a terrible thing!”Grace Fallow Norton
I went out to the farthest meadow,I lay down in the deepest shadow;
I went out to the farthest meadow,
I lay down in the deepest shadow;
And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,”And unto the night, “O enfold me,”
And I said unto the earth, “Hold me,”
And unto the night, “O enfold me,”
And unto the wind petulantlyI cried, “You know not for you are free!”
And unto the wind petulantly
I cried, “You know not for you are free!”
And I begged the little leaves to leanLow and together for a safe screen;
And I begged the little leaves to lean
Low and together for a safe screen;
Then to the stars I told my tale:“That is my home-light, there in the vale,
Then to the stars I told my tale:
“That is my home-light, there in the vale,
“And Ο, I know that I shall return,But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.
“And Ο, I know that I shall return,
But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.
“For there is a flame that has blown too near,And there is a name that has grown too dear,And there is a fear....”
“For there is a flame that has blown too near,
And there is a name that has grown too dear,
And there is a fear....”
And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,“The heart in my bosom is not my own!
And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,
“The heart in my bosom is not my own!
“O would I were free as the wind on wing;Love is a terrible thing!”
“O would I were free as the wind on wing;
Love is a terrible thing!”
Grace Fallow Norton