Elaine

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.