A Shropshire Lad XXVI by A.E. Housman in 2014
- May 20, 2014, 3:50 a.m.
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- Public
- Along the fields as we came by
- A year ago, my love and I,
- The aspen over stile and stone
- Was talking to itself alone.
- 'Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
- A country lover and his lass;
- Two lovers looking to be wed;
- And time shall put them both to bed,
- But she shall lie with earth above,
- And he beside another love.
- And sure enough beneath the tree
- There walks another love with me,
- And overhead the aspen heaves
- its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
- And I spell nothing in their stir,
- But now perhaps they speak to her,
- And plain for her to understand
- They talk about a time at hand
- When I shall sleep with clover clad,
- And she beside another lad
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