A Shropshire Lad
LIV
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
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LV
Westward on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
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