A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XXXII. From far, from eve and morning
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And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.