You Did Not Come, And Marching Time Drew On, And Wore Me Numb. - Yet Less For Loss Of Your Dear Presence There Than That I Thus Found Lacking In Your Make That High Compassion Which Can Overbear Reluctance For Pure Lovingkindness' Sake Grieved I, When, As The Hope-Hour Stroked Its Sum, You Did Not Come. You Love Not Me, And Love Alone Can Lend You Loyalty; - I Know And Knew It. But, Unto The Store Of Human Deeds Divine In All But Name, Was It Not Worth A Little Hour Or More To Add Yet This: Once, You, A Woman, Came To Soothe A Time-Torn Man; Even Though It Be You Love Not Me?