Elaine by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

OK, 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.