Oh, when I was in love with you,
  Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
  How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by,
  And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
  Am quite myself again.

— A. E. Housman


August 6th, 2008 |  1 Comment »

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. Housman


May 18th, 2008 |  No Comments »