Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching

Oh turn not in from marching
        To taverns on the way:
The drought and thirst and parching
        A little dust will lay
        And take desire away.

Oh waste no words a wooing
        The soft sleep to your bed;
She is not worth pursuing,
        You will so soon be dead;
        And death will serve instead.

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