A Shropshire Lad
Years when you lay down your ill,
I shall stand and bear it still.
Courage, lad, ’tis not for long:
Stand, quit you like stone, be strong.'
So I thought his look would say;
And light on me my trouble lay,
And I stept out in flesh and bone
Manful like the man of stone.
I shall stand and bear it still.
Courage, lad, ’tis not for long:
Stand, quit you like stone, be strong.'
So I thought his look would say;
And light on me my trouble lay,
And I stept out in flesh and bone
Manful like the man of stone.
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LII
Far in a western brookland
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know.
That bred me long ago
The poplars stand and tremble
By pools I used to know.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
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