A Shropshire Lad/'T is time, I think, by Wenlock town

by Alfred Edward Housman

XXXIX

'T is time, I think, by Wenlock townThe golden broom should blow;The hawthorn sprinkled up and downShould charge the land with snow.

Spring will not wait the loiterer's timeWho keeps so long away;So others wear the broom and climbThe 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.

 

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