A Shropshire Lad – XVI
- Poetry
A Shropshire Lad – XVI by A. E. Housman
It nods and curtseys and recoversWhen the wind blows above,The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love.…
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It nods and curtseys and recoversWhen the wind blows above,The nettle on the graves of loversThat hanged themselves for love.…
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