Living
XXVII
From Last Poems by A. E. Housman
Living
The sigh that heaves the grasses
Whence thou wilt never rise
Is of the air that passes
And knows not if it sighs.
The diamond tears adorning
Thy low mound on the lea,
Those are the tears of morning,
That weeps, but not for thee.
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Housman, A. E. “XXVII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/housman/79/.
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Housman, A. E. “XXVII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/housman/79/.
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