Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 16. It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers

It nods and curtseys and recovers
 When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
 That hanged themselves for love.

The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
 The man, he does not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
 That hanged himself for love.

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