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Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 63. I HOED and Trenched and Weeded

I HOED and trenched and weeded,
  And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
  The hue was not the wear.
So up and down I sow them
  For lads like me to find,
When I shall lie below them,
  A dead man out of mind.
Some seed the birds devour,
  And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
  The solitary stars,
And fields will yearly bear them
  As light-leaved spring comes on,
And luckless lads will wear them
  When I am dead and gone.

Alfred Edward Housman

Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
  2. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
  3. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay
  4. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
  5. More Poems. 40. Farewell to a Name and a Number

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