Enough Rope

Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street, Who’s to say it mattered? If there’s one that rode away What would I be missing? Lips that taste of tears, they say, Are the best for kissing.

Eyes that watch the morning star Seem a little brighter; Arms held out to darkness are Usually whiter. Shall I bar the strolling guest, Bind my brow with willow, When, they say, the empty breast Is the softer pillow?

That a heart falls tinkling down, Never think it ceases. Every likely lad in town Gathers up the pieces. If there’s one gone whistling by Would I let it grieve me? Let him wonder if I lie; Let him half believe me.