When the journey’s over/There’ll be time enough to sleep.
A. E. HOUSMANStone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
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Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.
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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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Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man’s deceiver Was never mine.
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Look not in my eyes, for fear They mirror true the sight I see, And there you find your face too clear And love it and be lost like me.
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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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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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We now to peace and darkness And earth and thee restore Thy creature that thou madest And wilt cast forth no more.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.
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Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.
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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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I do not choose the right word, I get rid of the wrong one.
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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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