XLI: In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad (A E Housman Poems)
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress playsIn aftermaths of soft September Or under blanching ...
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
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