It has been some time since I have used a Housman poem on this blog but the lines from this one have hung around me for the last few days so it needs to be shared.
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
And now the fancy passes by,
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they’ll say that I
Am quite myself again.
A E Housman
The poetry of A. E. Housman is in my hinterland. What’s in yours?