The Irish Unionist’s Farewell to Greta Hellstrom in 1922

Sir John Betjeman - Pop
The Irish Unionist’s Farewell to Greta Hellstrom in 1922
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Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be As you were when last we parted Smiling slow and sad at me Oh! the fighting down of passion! Oh! the century-seeming pain- Parting in this off-hand fashion In Dungarvan in the rain Slanting eyes of blue, unweeping Stands my Swedish beauty where Gusts of Irish rain are sweeping Round the statue in the square; Corner boys against the walling Watch us furtively in vain And the Angelus is calling Through Dungarvan in the rain Gales along the Commeragh Mountains Beating sleet on creaking signs Iron guttеrs turned to fountains And the windscreen laced with linеs And the evening getting later And the ache; increased again As the distance grows the greater From Dungarvan in the rain There is no one now to wonder What eccentric sits in state While the beech trees rock and thunder Round his gate-lodge and his gate Gone; the ornamental plaster Gone; the overgrown demesne And the car goes fast, and faster From Dungarvan in the rain Had I kissed and drawn you to me Had you yielded warm for cold What a power had pounded through me As I stroked your streaming gold! You were right to keep us parted: Bound and parted we remain Aching, if unbroken hearted - Oh! Dungarvan in the rain!
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- Sir John Betjeman