A/N: I meant to post this on Friday, but I had an important family wedding on Saturday (at which my uncle snuck me up to the bridal suite for some champange), and I only got home earlier today. The poem is Raglan Road by Patrick Cavanagh.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist or Raglan Road.
On Raglan Road of an Autumn day I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might someday rue
I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way
And I said "Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day"
Lisbon stared down at the slip of paper in her hand. She recognised Jane's handwriting. She had found the poem on her desk when she came in.
"It's by Patrick Cavanagh."
She jumped, startled "Jesus, Jane, how many times have I told you to knock first?"
Ignoring her question, he came in to the office and sat on her couch. He looked at her.
She sighed. "Fine, I'll bite. Who's Patrick Cavanagh?"
He smiled. "He's an Irish poet. The poem was later turned into a song by Luke Kelly, you should look it up sometime, it's nice."
She rolled her eyes, but motioned for him to continue.
"Anyways, the poem is about unrequited love. That's just the first verse."
She looked back down at the poem and smiled softly. They really were lovely words. "I don't understand. Why'd you give this to me?"
He shrugged. "Just thought they seemed appropriate."
She opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but when she looked up, he was gone. Deciding she'd ask him tomorrow, she slipped the paper into her pocket and left the CBI with a smile.