Love is a Terrible Thing
Grace Fallow Norton
1876 to 1926
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And I begged the little leaves to lean
And I said unto the earth, "Hold me,"
"That is my home-light, there in the vale,
Low and together for a safe screen;
And unto the night, "O enfold me,"
"For there is a flame that has blown too near,
I cried, "You know not for you are free!"
Then to the stars I told my tale:
But let me lie first mid the unfeeling fern.
And there is a fear...."
"The heart in my bosom is not my own!
And there is a name that has grown too dear,
And unto the wind petulantly
"O would I were free as the wind on wing;
Love is a terrible thing!"
And to the still hills and cool earth and far sky I made moan,
I lay down in the deepest shadow;
"And Ο, I know that I shall return,
I went out to the farthest meadow,