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.