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.
A. E. HOUSMANSome men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching mays, For she and I were long acquainted And I knew all her ways.
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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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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A moment’s thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
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That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
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When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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Some men are more interesting than their books but my book is more interesting than its man.
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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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