#poemoftheday A Shropshire Lad (32) by A. E. Housman #poem

A Shropshire Lad (32) by A. E. Housman

 

From far, from eve and morning    

  And yon twelve-winded sky,         

The stuff of life to knit me  

  Blew hither: here am I.      

 

Now—for a breath I tarry           

  Nor yet disperse apart—  

Take my hand quick and tell me,   

  What have you in your heart.       

 

Speak now, and I will answer;        

  How shall I help you, say;          

Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters 

  I take my endless way.