The Author A. E. Housman

A Shropshire Lad - XXVI


    Along the fields as we came by
    A year ago, my love and I,
    The aspen over stile and stone
    Was talking to itself alone.
    "Oh who are these that kiss and pass?
    A country lover and his lass;
    Two lovers looking to be wed;
    And time shall put them both to bed,
    But she shall lie with earth above,
    And he beside another love."

    And sure enough beneath the tree
    There walks another love with me,
    And overhead the aspen heaves
    Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
    And I spell nothing in their stir,
    But now perhaps they speak to her,
    And plain for her to understand
    They talk about a time at hand
    When I shall sleep with clover clad,
    And she beside another lad.


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