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. HousmanHe 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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