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A.E. Housman·1859–1936

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here pass the careless peopleThat call their souls their own:Here by the road I loiter,How idle and alone. Ah, past the plunge of plummet,In seas I cannot sound,My heart and soul and senses,World without end, are drowned. His folly has not fellowBeneath the blue of dayThat gives to man or womanHis heart and soul away. There flowers no balm to sain himFrom east of earth to westThat's lost for everlastingThe heart out of his breast. Here by the labouring highwayWith empty hands I stroll:Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,Lie lost my heart and soul.

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