'Tis Time, I Think By Wenlock Town

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Title:     'Tis Time, I Think By Wenlock Town
Author: A. E. Housman [More Titles by Housman]

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.

Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The hedgerows heaped with may.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.

[The end]
A. E. Housman's poem: 'tis Time, I Think By Wenlock Town

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