The Stinging Nettle
Read 'The Stinging Nettle' by 'A E Housman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
The Stinging Nettle by A E Housman
The stinging nettle only
Will still be found to stand:
The numberless, the lonely,
The thronger of the land,
The leaf that hurts the hand.
That thrives, come sun, come showers;
Blow east, blow west, it springs;
It peoples towns, and towers
Above the courts of Kings,
And touch it and it stings.
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