Caroling Dusk/La Vie C'est la Vie
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LA VIE C’EST LA VIE
On summer afternoons I sitQuiescent by you in the park,And idly watch the sunbeams gildAnd tint the ash-trees’ bark.
Or else I watch the squirrels friskAnd chaffer in the grassy lane;And all the while I mark your voiceBreaking with love and pain.
I know a woman who would giveHer chance of heaven to take my place;To see the love-light in your eyes,The love-glow on your face!
And there’s a man whose lightest wordCan set my chilly blood afire;Fulfilment of his least behestDefines my life’s desire.
But he will none of me. Nor IOf you. Nor you of her. ’Tis saidThe world is full of jests like these.—I wish that I were dead.