White in the moon the long road lies.
A. E. HOUSMAN
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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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White in the moon the long road lies.
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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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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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Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.
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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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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.
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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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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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Stone, 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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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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To justify God’s ways to man.
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Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover’s say, And happy is the lover. ‘Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
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The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
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