All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Because I liked you better Than suits a man to say, It irked you, and I promised I'd throw the thought away. To put the world between us We parted stiff and dry: 'Farewell,' said you, 'forget me.' 'Fare well, I will,' said I. If e'er, 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 shading The heart you have not stirred, And say the lad that loved you Was one that kept his word.

The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.