The Road
Along the road I smelt the rose, The wild-rose in its veil of rain; And how it was, God only knows, But with its scent I saw again A girl's face at a window-pane, Gazing through tears that fell like rain. 'Tis twelve years now, so I suppose. Twelve years ago. 'Twas then I thought, "Love is a burden bitter-sweet. And he who runs must not be fraught: Free must his heart be as his feet." Again I heard myself repeat, "Love is a burden bitter-sweet." Yet all my aims had come to nought. I smelt the rose; I felt the rain Lonely I stood upon the road. Of one thing only was I fain To be delivered of my load. A moment more and on I strode. I cared not whither led the road That led not back to her again.
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"Along the road I smelt the rose,..."
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