When the lad for longing sighs,Mute and dull of cheer and pale,If at death's own door he lies,Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers' ills are all to buy:The wan look, the hollow tone,The hung head, the sunken eye,You can have them for your own.Buy them, buy them: eve and mornLovers' ills are all to sell.Then you can lie down forlorn;But the lover will be well.
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About A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad.
Themes
- Poetry — The art of language, rhythm, and emotional expression