Enough Rope/The New Love
The New Love
IF it shine or if it rain, Little will I care or know.Days, like drops upon a pane, Slip, and join, and go.
At my door’s another lad; Here’s his flower in my hair.If he see me pale and sad, Will he see me fair?
I sit looking at the floor. Little will I think or sayIf he seek another door; Even if he stay.