Thursday, April 2, 2009
Poesy
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.
- A.E. Houseman
via
poets.org
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