From Far, From Eve And Morning

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Title:     From Far, From Eve And Morning
Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman]

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: From Far, From Eve And Morning

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