A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XXXVI. White in the moon the long road lies
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The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, ’twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.