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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.
-- A. E. Housman.
Alfred Edward Housman
26 March 1859 Bromsgrove, Worcestershire,
England, United Kingdom (1859-03-26)
Alma mater St John's College, OxfordEducation Bromsgrove School, St John's College, Oxford, University Oxford-alchetron.com
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
© Alfred Tennyson 1851
[From Ocean Diver]
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