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Alfred Edward Housman

(26 March 1859 – 30 April 1936 / Worcestershire)

Tis Time, I Think, By Wenlock Town


'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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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