From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now--for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart--
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

Auteur: A.E. Housman

From far, from eve and morning<br />And yon twelve-winded sky,<br />The stuff of life to knit me<br />Blew hither: here am I.<br /><br />Now--for a breath I tarry<br />Nor yet disperse apart--<br />Take my hand quick and tell me,<br />What have you in your heart.<br /><br />Speak now, and I will answer;<br />How shall I help you, say;<br />Ere to the wind's twelve quarters<br />I take my endless way. - A.E. Housman



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