I gave my love to a wastrel With bonny autumn eyes, He spent his days in foolish ways, But, oh, his heart was wise. He flung my love to the wanton winds, And broke my heart in twain, But, oh, would he come asking I'd give it him again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST A DISCRETE LOVE POEM by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN |