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Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - XXXII

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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.

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