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.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- Xxvi: The Half-Moon Westers Low My Love
- Goodnight
- When I Came Last To Ludlow
- Westward On The High-Hilled Plains
- This Time Of Year A Twelvemonth Past