New Love
Manizha
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new
It was ghostly waking
All night through
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new
It was ghostly waking
All night through
Dear things, kind things
That my old love said
Ranged themselves so reproachfully
Round and round and round my bed
Round and round and round my bed
Round and round and round my bed
In my heart the old love
Struggled with the new
It was ghostly waking
All night through
But I could not heed them
For I seemed to see
Dark eyes of my new love
Wholly fixed on me
