A Shropshire Lad
'Rest you so from trouble sore,
Fear the heat o' the sun no more,
Nor the snowing winter wild,
Now you labour not will child.
Fear the heat o' the sun no more,
Nor the snowing winter wild,
Now you labour not will child.
'Empty vessel, garment cast,
We that wore you long shall last.
—Another night, another day.'
So my bones within me say.
We that wore you long shall last.
—Another night, another day.'
So my bones within me say.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,
Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
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