by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town
 (Sung text for setting by A. Bliss)
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Language: English 
Our translations:  CHI
'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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  • CHI Chinese (中文) [singable] (Dr Huaixing Wang) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 72