From: A Shropshire Lad XXXII
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.
A.E. Houseman (26th March 1859 - 30th April 1936)
from the book: Poem for the Day One |
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