He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? by A.E. Housman

Thinking of Etta. Ah, heartache. I spent the better part of yesterday listening to your voice while I nurse a memory.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
A.E. Housman

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to stand and gaze.
I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder,
And went with half my life about my ways.

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