XVIII. [Oh, when I was in love with you,]

Oh, when I was in love with you,
 Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
 How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by,
 And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
 Am quite myself again.

Published in A Shropshire Lad

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