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Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XII

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When I watch the living meet,     And the moving pageant file     Warm and breathing through the street     Where I lodge a little while,     If the heats of hate and lust     In the house of flesh are strong,     Let me mind the house of dust     Where my sojourn shall be long.     In the nation that is not     Nothing stands that stood before;     There revenges are forgot,     And the hater hates no more;     Lovers lying two and two     Ask not whom they sleep beside,     And the bridegroom all night through     Never turns him to the bride.

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