Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен) (Alfred Edward Housman)

A Shropshire Lad. 39. 'Tis time, I Think by Wenlock Town

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
   The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn sprinkled up and down
   Should charge the land with snow.

Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
   Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
   The hedgerows heaped with may.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
   Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge
   That will not shower on me. 

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