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Poem by Alfred Edward Housman


A Shropshire Lad. 5. Oh See How Thick the Goldcup Flowers


OH see how thick the goldcup flowers
  Are lying in field and lane,
With dandelions to tell the hours
  That never are told again.
Oh may I squire you round the meads
  And pick you posies gay?
Twill do no harm to take my arm.
  You may, young man, you may.
 
Ah, spring was sent for lass and lad,
  Tis now the blood runs gold,
And man and maid had best be glad
  Before the world is old.
What flowers to-day may flower to-morrow,
  But never as good as new.
Suppose I wound my arm right round
  Tis true, young man, tis true.
 
Some lads there are, tis shame to say,
  That only court to thieve,
And once they bear the bloom away
  Tis little enough they leave.
Then keep your heart for men like me
  And safe from trustless chaps.
My love is true and all for you.
  Perhaps, young man, perhaps.
 
Oh, look in my eyes then, can you doubt?
  Why, tis a mile from town.
How green the grass is all about!
  We might as well sit down.
Ah, life, what is it but a flower?
  Why must true lovers sigh?
Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty,
  Good-bye, young man, good-bye.



Alfred Edward Housman


Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. Additional Poems. 1. Atys
  2. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together
  3. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower
  4. More Poems. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
  5. Additional Poems. 11a. They Shall Have Breath that Never Were


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