LIV

With rue my heart is laden
  For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
  And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
  The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
  In fields where roses fade.

- A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad.

Wow, Mr. Housman was one sad dude.. maybe he should take up drinking? (oh wait, he did...) I guess being a gay guy in the nineteenth century is pretty rough. Oh well.

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