Edward Gray
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walking on yonder way;
And have you lost your heart? she said;
And are you married yet, Edward Gray?
Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me;
Bitterly weeping I turnd away:
Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more
Can touch the heart of Edward Gray.
Ellen Adair she loved me well,
Against her fathers and mothers will;
To-day I sat for an hour and wept
By Ellens grave, on the windy hill.
Shy she was, and I thought her cold,
Thought her proud, and fled over the sea;
Filld I was with folly and spite,
When Ellen Adair was dying for me.
Cruel, cruel the words I said!
Cruelly came they back to-day:
Youre too slight and fickle, I said,
To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.
There I put my face in the grass
Whisperd, Listen to my despair;
I repent me of all I did;
Speak a little, Ellen Adair!
Then I took a pencil, and wrote
On the mossy stone, as I lay,
Here lies the body of Ellen Adair;
And here the heart of Edward Gray!
Love may come, and love may go,
And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree;
But I will love no more, no more,
Till Ellen Adair come back to me.
Bitterly wept I over the stone;
Bitterly weeping I turnd away.
There lies the body of Ellen Adair!
And there the heart of Edward Gray!