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First Line: Singing careless through the forest
Last Line: And the river is at hand.
Subject(s): Children; Love; Childhood


SINGING careless through the forest
In the month of May,
I met Love among the bracken
And, all in wanton play,
Flung the babe upon my shoulder,
Carried him away,
Singing careless through the forest
In the month of May.

I bore Love upon my shoulder,
The babe became a boy,
Kept me merry with his laughter,
With his manners coy;
And I went lightly through the forest,
Sang low notes of joy,
For that Love was on my shoulder
And was grown a boy.

Love grew up, Love grew too quickly,
His weight was hard to bear,
And when I tried to toss him from me
He held me by the hair,
Till I went softly through the forest
Full of silent care,
For that Love was grown a tyrant
And was hard to bear.

My burden soon will sink or save me,
The river is at hand,
And, as I stumble on, I wonder
If I shall win to land,
And in what guise this Love I carry
Will then before me stand,
For I cannot see his features,
And the river is at hand.





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