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OH, come again to Astolat!
I will not ask you to be kind.
And you may go when you will go, / And I will stay behind.
I will not say how dear you are, / Or ask you if you hold me dear, / Or trouble you with things for you / The way I did last year.
So still the orchard, Lancelot, / So very still the lake shall be, / You could not guess -- though you should guess -- / What is become of me.
So wide shall be the garden-walk, / The garden-seat so very wide, / You needs must think -- if you should think -- / The lily maid had died.
Save that, a little way away, / I'd watch you for a little while, / To see you speak, the way you speak, / And smile, -- if you should smile.