The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns and looks at me.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;
What thoughts at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
The Street Sounds To The Soldiers' Tread
A. E. Housman
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Poem topics: heart, never, soldier, world, head, single, street, sky, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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