An Old Song

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Title:     An Old Song
Author: Edward Shanks [More Titles by Shanks]

The wild duck fly over
From river to river
And so the young lover
Goes roving for ever.

They fly together,
He walks alone:
No maiden can tether
Him with her moan.

At the bursting of blossom
On her breast his head;
He has left her bosom
Ere the apples are red.

Across the valley,
Singing he goes.
In highway and alley
He seeks a new rose.

Tell me, O maidens,
You who all day
In lyrical cadence
Dance and play,

Why do you proffer
Your sweets to one,
Who takes all you offer
And leaves you to moan?

[The end]
Edward Shanks's poem: Old Song

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