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Irish Love Song

 Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me, 
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free, 
Far too clever a lover not to be having still 
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill -- 
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen -- 
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?) 

Ay, if the thing is ending, now I'll be getting rest, 
Saying my prayers and bending down to be stilled and blest, 
Never the days are sending hope till my heart is sore 
For a laugh on the path and a voice by the gate and a step 
 on the shieling floor -- 
Grief on my ways and grief on my work and grief till the evening's dim -- 
(Lord, will I never hear it, never a sound of him?) 

Sure if it's done forever, better for me that's wise, 
Never the hurt, and never tears in my aching eyes, 
No more the trouble ever to hide from my asking folk 
Beat of my heart at click o' the latch, and throb if his name is spoke; 
Never the need to hide the sighs and the flushing thoughts and the fret, 
And after awhile my heart will hush and my hungering hands forget .
Peace on my ways, and peace in my step, and maybe my heart grown light -- (Mary, helper of heartbreak, send him to me to-night!)

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The Dark Cavalier

 I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover: 
 My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired; 
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness, 
 Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired.
I ask no merriment, no pretense of gladness, I can love heavy lids and lips without their rose; Though you are sorrowful you will not weary me; I will not go from you when all the tired world goes.
I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover; I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep; Safe in my bridal place, comforted by darkness, You shall lie happily, smiling in your sleep.
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If you should tire of loving me

 If you should tire of loving me 
 Some one of our far days, 
Oh, never start to hide your heart 
 Or cover thought with praise.
For every word you would not say Be sure my heart has heard, So go from me all silently Without a kiss or word; For God must give you happiness, And Oh, it may befall In listening long to Heaven-song I may not care at all!