A Shropshire Lad - XXXVI

by A. E. Housman

  


White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight though reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love.


Previous Authors:A Shropshire Lad - XXXV Next Authors:A Shropshire Lad - XXXVII
Copyright 2023-2024 - www.zzdbook.com All Rights Reserved