Author A. E. Housman Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder;So leave alone the grass That I am under.All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever;Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.3 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments