I have no heart to write verses to May;
I have no heart—yet I’m cheerful today;
I have no heart—she has won mine away
So—I have no heart to write verses to May.
More verses by Ellis Parker Butler
- Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; Iii:
- The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough
- Merry Christmas And Happy New Year!
- The Rich Boy's Christmas