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When I would muse in boyhood
   The wild green woods among,
And nurse resolves and fancies
   Because the world was young,
It was not foes to conquer,
   Nor sweethearts to be kind,
But it was friends to die for
   That I would seek and find.

I sought them far and found them,
   The sure, the straight, the brave,
The hearts I lost my own to,
   The souls I could not save.
They braced their belts about them,
   They crossed in ships the sea,
They sought and found six feet of ground,
   And there they died for me.

A.E. Housman, Last Poems

Public domain: first published in 1922.

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