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Poem by Alfred Edward Housman


A Shropshire Lad. 14. There Pass the Careless People


There pass the careless people
  That 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 fellow
  Beneath the blue of day
That gives to man or woman
  His heart and soul away.
 
There flowers no balm to sain him
  From east of earth to west
That's lost for everlasting
  The heart out of his breast.
 
Here by the labouring highway
  With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
  Lie lost my heart and soul.



Alfred Edward Housman


Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. More Poems. 40. Farewell to a Name and a Number
  2. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together
  3. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay
  4. Last Poems. 30. SinnerТs Rue
  5. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester


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