TWO loves there were, and one was born Between the sunset and the rain； Her singing voice went through the corn, Her dance was woven 'neath the thorn, On grass the fallen blossoms stain； And suns may set, and moons may wane¹, But this love comes no more again.

    There were two loves and one made white Thy singing lips, and golden hair； Born of the city's mire² and light, The shame and splendour of the night, She trapped and fled thee unaware³； Not through the lamplight and the rain Shalt thou behold⁴ this love again.

    Go forth⁵ and seek, by wood and hill, Thine ancient love of dawn and dew； There comes no voice from mere⁶ or rill, Her dance is over, fallen still The ballad⁷ burdens that she knew； And thou must wait for her in vain, Till years bring back thy youth again.

    That other love, afield, afar Fled the light love, with lighter⁸ feet. Nay⁹, though thou seek where gravesteads are, And flit in dreams from star to star, That dead love shalt thou never meet, Till through bleak¹⁰ dawn and blowing rain Thy fled soul find her soul again.