Last night I met my own true love
Walking in Paradise;
A halo shone above his hair,
A glory in his eyes.
We sat and sang in alleys green
And heard the angels play;
Believe me, this was true last night
Though it is false to-day.
I am busy working to bring A. Mary F. Robinson's "Last night I met my own true love" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about A. Mary F. Robinson's life and contributions to literature.
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