Lundy's Lane and Other Poems

by Duncan Campbell Scott


 

THE SAILOR'S SWEETHEART


 

O IF love were had for asking,
  In the markets of the town,
Hardly a lass would think to wear
  A fine silken gown:
But love is had by grieving
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By choosing and by leaving,
And there's no one now to ask me
If heavy lies my heart.

O IF love were had for a deep wish
  In the deadness of the night,

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There'd be a truce to longing
  Between the dusk and the light:
But love is had for sighing,
For living and for dying,
And there's no one now to ask me
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If heavy lies my heart.
O IF love were had for taking
  Like honey from the hive,
The bees that made the tender stuff
  Could hardly keep alive:
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But love it is a wounded thing,
A tremor and a smart,
And there's no one left to kiss me now
Over my heavy heart.