RISPETTO
IWhat good is there, ah me, what good in Love?Since, even if you love me, we must part;And since for either, an’ you cared enough,There’s but division and a broken heart?And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear!I would lie down and stretch me on the bier.And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own!With mine own hands drag down the burial stone.A. Mary F. Robinson
IWhat good is there, ah me, what good in Love?Since, even if you love me, we must part;And since for either, an’ you cared enough,There’s but division and a broken heart?And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear!I would lie down and stretch me on the bier.And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own!With mine own hands drag down the burial stone.A. Mary F. Robinson
I
What good is there, ah me, what good in Love?Since, even if you love me, we must part;And since for either, an’ you cared enough,There’s but division and a broken heart?
What good is there, ah me, what good in Love?
Since, even if you love me, we must part;
And since for either, an’ you cared enough,
There’s but division and a broken heart?
And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear!I would lie down and stretch me on the bier.And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own!With mine own hands drag down the burial stone.
And yet, God knows, to hear you say: My Dear!
I would lie down and stretch me on the bier.
And yet would I, to hear you say: My Own!
With mine own hands drag down the burial stone.
A. Mary F. Robinson