'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.
 
A.E. Housman | Classic Poems
 
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