906. XII from More Poems, by A. E. Housman

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.

Source: Collected Poems

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