There Was One

by Dorothy Parker

There was one a-riding grand

On a tall brown mare,

And a fine gold band

He brought me there.



A little, gold band

He held to me

That would shine on a hand

For the world to see.



There was one a-walking swift

To a little, new song,

And a rose was the gift

He carried along,



First of all the posies,

Dewy and red.

They that have roses

Never need bread.



There was one with a swagger

And a soft, slow tongue,

And a bright, cold dagger

Where his left hand swung-



Craven and gilt,

Old and bad-

And his stroking of the hilt

Set a girl mad.



There was one a-riding grand

As he rode from me.

And he raised his golden band

And he threw it in the sea.



There was one a-walking slow

To a sad, Iong sigh.

And his rose drooped low,

And he flung it down to die.



There was one with a swagger

And a little, sharp pride,

And a bright, cold dagger

Ever at his side.



At his side it stayed

When he ran to part.

What is this blade

Struck through my heart?