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Again

By SILVER
Murrells Inlet, South Carolina

Again, I lay, Seven-hundred miles away. “It’s so cliché!” What else would Tom say, About us, girl. About you and me. You found Plan B, And I’m trying to see, A way to not...

dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
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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 slept out in flesh and bone Manful like the man of stone. -A.E. Housman

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