"Do you know Prof. Housman's poems? --- No; I supposed not." --- Rupert Brooke
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Shropshire Lad
If in that Syrian garden, ages slain
When Israel out of Egypt came
For these of old the trader
O youth whose heart is right
The snows are fled away, leaves on the shaws
I to my perils of cheat and charmer
Stars, I have seen them fall
Giveme a landof boughts in left
When green buds hang in the elm like dust
The weeping Pleiads wester
The rainy Pleiads wester
I promise nothing: friends will part
I lay me down and slumber
The farms of home lie lost in even
Tarry, delight, so seldom met
How clear, how lovely bright
Bells in tower at evening toll
Delight it is in youth and May
The mill-stream, now that noises cease
Like mine, the veins of these that slumber
The world goes none the lamer
Ho, everyone that thirsteth
Crossing alone the nighted ferry
Stone, steel, and kingdoms pass
You fire that frets the eastern sky
Good creatures, do you love your lives
To stand up straight, and tread the turning mill
He, standing hushed, a pace or two apart
From the wash the laundress sends
Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all's over
With seed the sowers scatter
On forelands high in heaven
Young is the blood that yonder
Half-way, for one commandment broken
Here dead lie we because we did not choose
I did not lose my heart in summer's even
By shores and woods and steeples
My dreams are of a field afar
Farewell to a name and a number
He looked at me with eyes I thought
When he's returned I'll tell him --- oh
I wake from dreams and turning
Far known to sea and shore
Smooth between sea and land
Songs of landsmen, sons of seamen, hear the tale of grief and me
O thou that from thy mansion
Good night. Ensured release
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