A. E. Housman

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see http://www.chiark.greenend.org.uk/~martinh/poems/complete_housman.html

I promise nothing: friends will part; All things may end, for all began; And truth and singleness of heart Are mortal even as is man. But this unlucky love should last When answered passions thin to air; Eternal fate so deep has cast Its sure foundation of despair.