In the Dark

Because I liked you better
     Than suits a man to say,
It irked you, and I promised
     To throw the thought away.
 
To put the world between us
     We parted, stiff and dry;
‘Good-bye,’ said you, ‘forget me.’
     ‘I will, no fear’, said I.
 
If here, where clover whitens
     The dead man’s knoll, you pass,
And no tall flower to meet you
     Starts in the trefoiled grass,
 
Halt by the headstone naming
     The heart no longer stirred,
And say the lad that loved you
     Was one that kept his word.
 
by A.E. Housman (1859-1936)

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