WHITE IN THE MOON THE LONG ROAD LIES
by: A.E. Housman (1860-1936)
- HITE in
the moon the long road lies,
- The moon stands blank above;
- White in the moon the long road lies
- That leads me from my love.
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- Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
- Still, still the shadows stay:
- My feet upon the moonlit dust
- Pursue the ceaseless way.
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- The world is round, so travellers tell,
- And straight though reach the track,
- Trudge on, trudge on, twill all be well,
- The way will guide one back.
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- But ere the circle homeward hies
- Far, far must it remove:
- White in the moon the long road lies
- That leads me from my love.
"White in the moon the long
road lies" is reprinted from A Shropshire Lad. A.E.
Housman. London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Co.,
1896. |
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