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Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 25. This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past

This time of year a twelvemonth past,
   When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
   We fought and I was beat.

So then the summer fields about,
   Till rainy days began,
Rose Harland on her Sundays out
   Walked with the better man.

The better man she walks with still,
   Though now 'tis not with Fred:
A lad that lives and has his will
   Is worth a dozen dead.

Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,
   And clay's the house he keeps;
When Rose and I walk out together
   Stock-still lies Fred and sleeps. 

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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