The Author A. E. Housman

A Shropshire Lad - XLIX


    Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
    Why should men make haste to die?
    Empty heads and tongues a-talking
    Make the rough road easy walking,
    And the feather pate of folly
    Bears the falling sky.

    Oh, 'tis jesting, dancing, drinking
    Spins the heavy world around.
    If young hearts were not so clever,
    Oh, they would be young for ever:
    Think no more; 'tis only thinking
    Lays lads underground.


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