For joys the hours of earth bestow <br />With sorrow thou must pay. <br />Though many follow close, yet know, <br />They're loaned but for a day. <br />With sighing in thy laughter's stead <br />Shall come a time of grief, <br />The load of usury bow thy head, <br />With loss of thy belief. <br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, <br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, <br />Hadst thou not smiled upon me, thou, <br />I were not weeping now. <br /> <br />May God help him who never can <br />Give only half his soul; <br />The time comes surely for that man <br />To take the sorrow whole. <br />May God help him who was so glad, <br />That he cannot forget, <br />Help him who lost the all he had, <br />But not his reason yet. <br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, <br />Mary Anne, Mary Anne, <br />The flowers that my life had grown, <br />Died out when thou went gone.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/taylor-s-song/
