A Shropshire Lad · A. E. Housman

Chapter XXXII

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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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