Tis Time I Think By Wenlock Town
Read 'Tis Time I Think By Wenlock Town' by 'A E Housman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Tis Time I Think By Wenlock Town by A E Housman
'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The hedgerows heaped with may.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
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