A Shropshire Lad
He hears: long since forgotten
In fields where I was known,
Here I lie down in London
And turn to rest alone.
In fields where I was known,
Here I lie down in London
And turn to rest alone.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and licars
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
The wanderer halts and licars
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
❦
LIII
THE TRUE LOVER
The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And whistled soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
When lovers crown their vows,
And whistled soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
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