Love came back at fall o’ dew,
Playing his old part;
But I had a word or two
That would break his heart.
“He who comes at candlelight,
That should come before,
Must betake him to the night
From a barred door.”
This the word that made us part
In the fall o’ dew;
This the word that brake his heart —
Yet it brake mine, too.
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