{"id":5714,"date":"2020-11-19T06:07:28","date_gmt":"2020-11-19T06:07:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=5714"},"modified":"2020-11-19T06:07:28","modified_gmt":"2020-11-19T06:07:28","slug":"mireio-mireille","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/11\/19\/mireio-mireille\/","title":{"rendered":"Mireio \u2013 Mireille"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was in love with a basket maker of modest means<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That was her only crime<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her crime if one may call it a crime<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Was that she had rejected all suitors<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Much to the displeasure of her parents<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Soon this became too much for her<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And she escaped to the coast away from her home<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Where she prayed to the saints<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Asking that her family might accept her one true love<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But times were hard and the sun was quite raw<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And the unfortunate girl faded and became quite ill<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The saints appeared to her in a dream<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And told her that she would soon find happiness<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">But it was too late and she died in the arms of her beloved boy<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her ghost is said to roam the quiet southern roads<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And can be heard on summer evenings during the later hours<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She was in love with a basket maker of modest means That was her only crime Her crime if one may call it a crime Was that she had rejected all suitors Much to the displeasure of her parents Soon this became too much for her And she escaped to the coast away from her [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5714"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5714"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5714\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5714"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5714"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5714"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}