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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

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June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter’s cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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Heaven Himself Hope Store Warm
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
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Collection Count Curse Himself Strength
The average man, if he meddles with criticism at all, is a conservative critic.
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Average Conservatism Criticism Man
And how am I to face the odds Of man’s bedevilment and God’s? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
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Afraid Face God Man Myself World
On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
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Friendship Heart Maidan
To justify God’s ways to man.
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God Justification Man One Liner Way
When the journey’s over, There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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Enough Journey Sleep Time
Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.
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Poetry Words Writing
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Fame Fleeting Lover Luck Thoughts Trouble
They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.
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Apostles Culture Equality Grace Men Mindset Pleasure Saint World
This is for all ill-treated fellows Unborn and unbegot, For them to read when they’re in trouble And I am not.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
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Hands Life Myself Stand Stay Ways Wonder
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers’ meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
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Deep Feeling Light Love Lover Luck Thought Understand
But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I’ll be there.
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Born Dangerous Death Guilty Myself Road Shame Share Soul

On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

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