October 16th, 2004

hasui: winter moon

Poetry meme

Toss-up between this and 'On Wenlock Edge', but this one wins by a nose.

Crossing alone the nighted ferry
With the one coin for fee,
Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting,
Count you to find? Not me.

The brisk fond lackey to fetch and carry,
The true, sick-hearted slave,
Expect him not in the just city
And free land of the grave.
-AE Housman, More Poems