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.
From Far, From Eve And Morning
A. E. Housman
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Poem topics: breath, heart, life, sky, wind, answer, morning, endless, speak, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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