From far, from eve and morning
A. E. Housman · 1896
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From A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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.