Robert Graves has often been the choice for one of my 'Poetry Sundays', but I can't believe I haven't got around to posting this one before. My 'theme song', as you might say.
Love Without Hope
Love without hope, as when the young birdcatcher
Swept off his tall hat to the squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head as she rode by.
Robert Graves (1895-1985)
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