by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)
Loitering with a vacant eye
Language: English
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he, And stedfastly he looked at me. "Well met," I thought the look would say, "We both were fashioned far away; We neither knew, when we were young, These Londoners we live among." Still he stood and eyed me hard, An earnest and a grave regard: "What, lad, drooping with your lot? I too would be where I am not. I too survey that endless line Of men whose thoughts are not as mine. Years, ere you stood up from rest, On my neck the collar prest; Years, when you lay down your ill, I shall stand and bear it still. Courage, lad, 'tis not for long: Stand, quit you like stone, be strong." So I thought his look would say; And light on me my trouble lay, And I stept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone.
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- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in A Shropshire Lad, no. 51, first published 1896 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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Word count: 169