A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
LV. Westward on the high-hilled plains
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Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
Strip to bathe on Severn shore,
They, no help, for all they try,
Tread the mill I trod before.
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the troubled dream beside.
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.