O if love were had for asking, <br />In the markets of the town, <br />Hardly a lass would think to wear <br />A fine silken gown: <br />But love is had by grieving <br />By choosing and by leaving, <br />And there's no one now to ask me <br />If heavy lies my heart. <br /> <br />O if love were had for a deep wish <br />In the deadness of the night, <br />There'd be a truce to longing <br />Between the dusk and the light: <br />But love is had for sighing, <br />For living and for dying, <br />And there's no one now to ask me <br />If heavy lies my heart. <br /> <br />O if love were had for taking <br />Like honey from the hive, <br />The bees that made the tender stuff <br />Could hardly keep alive: <br />But love it is a wounded thing, <br />A tremor and a smart, <br />And there's no one left to kiss me now <br />Over my heavy heart.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sailor-s-sweetheart/
