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I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded

Written by: A E Housman | Biography
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 I hoed and trenched and weeded, 
And took the flowers to fair: 
I brought them home unheeded; 
The hue was not the wear. 

So up and down I sow them 
For lads like me to find, 
When I shall lie below them, 
A dead man out of mind. 

Some seed the birds devour, 
And some the season mars, 
But here and there will flower, 
The solitary stars, 

And fields will yearly bear them 
As light-leaved spring comes on, 
And luckless lads will wear them 
When I am dead and gone.



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