A Shropshire Lad - XXXII

by A. E. Housman

　　

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    From far, from eve and morning    And yon twelve-winded sky,    The stuff of life to knit me    Blew hither: here am I.    Now- for a breath I tarry    Nor yet disperse apart-    Take my hand quick and tell me,    What have you in your heart.    Speak now, and I will answer;    How shall I help you, say;    Ere to the wind's twelve quarters    I take my endless way.

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