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Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XIV

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There pass the careless people     That call their souls their own:     Here by the road I loiter,     How idle and alone.     Ah, past the plunge of plummet,     In seas I cannot sound,     My heart and soul and senses,     World without end, are drowned.     His folly has not fellow     Beneath the blue of day     That gives to man or woman     His heart and soul away.     There flowers no balm to sain him     From east of earth to west     That's lost for everlasting     The heart out of his breast.     Here by the labouring highway     With empty hands I stroll:     Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,     Lie lost my heart and soul.

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