A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
VII. When smoke stood up from Ludlow
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And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The trampling team beside,
And fluted and replied:
What use to rise and rise?
Rise man a thousand mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
And then the man is wise.’
And spied his yellow bill;
I picked a stone and aimed it
And threw it with a will:
Then the bird was still.
Took up the blackbird’s strain,
And still beside the horses
Along the dewy lane
It sang the song again:
The sun moves always west;
The road one treads to labour
Will lead one home to rest,
And that will be the best.’