Classic Poem

Love came back at fall o' dew,
— Playing his old part;
But I had a word or two,
— That would break his heart.

" He who comes at candlelight,
— That should come before,
Must betake him to the night
— From a barred door. "

This the word that made us part
— In the fall o' dew;
This the word that brake his heart —
— Yet it brake mine, too!