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His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. – A. E. Housman
His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. – A. E. Housman
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipped maiden And many a lightfoot lad. – A. E. Housman
Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land. – A. E. Housman