How could I be so silly as to leave
All that has kept me hale and happy since
I came? Why would I force myself to grieve
Or spend a mighty effort to convince
My foolish part (more foolish from this trial)
That I am not unhappy when I am?
What made me think that this would be worthwhile,
Or that there's any reason worth a damn
To do it? Was it folly, overripe,
Or simply some malfeasance of the soul
That made me act so sillily, to wipe
Away such joy when I had found my goal?
Perhaps it was. Yet it shall be again
For I'll see her once more and I know when.
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