Enough Rope/Threnody
Threnody
Lilacs blossom just as sweetNow my heart is shattered.If I bowled it down the street,Who’s to say it mattered?If there’s one that rode awayWhat would I be missing?Lips that taste of tears, they say,Are the best for kissing.
Eyes that watch the morning starSeem a little brighter;Arms held out to darkness areUsually whiter.Shall I bar the strolling guest,Bind my brow with willow,When, they say, the empty breastIs the softer pillow?
That a heart falls tinkling down,Never think it ceases.Every likely lad in townGathers up the pieces.If there’s one gone whistling byWould I let it grieve me?Let him wonder if I lie;Let him half believe me.