If truth in hearts that perish
Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
Should make you not to die.
Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
This long and sure-set liking,
This boundless will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
But now, since all is idle,
To this lost heart be kind,
Ere to a town you journey
Where friends are ill to find.
Poems From "a Shropshire Lad" - Xxxiii
Alfred Edward Housman
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Poem topics: I love you, heart, journey, lost, truth, world, long, single, town, grave, high, live, thought, save, perish, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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