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Poetry 46: From far, from eve and morning by A. E. Housman

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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.

 

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