“Because I liked you better
Than suits a man to say,
It irked you, and I promised
I’d throw the thought away.

To put the world between us
We parted stiff and dry:
‘Farewell,’ said you, ‘forget me.’
‘Fare well, I will,’ said I.

If e’er, where clover whitens
The dead man’s knoll, you pass,

Halt by the headstone shading
The heart you have not stirred,
And say the lad that loved you
Was one that kept his word.”

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad

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