mjj (flemmings) wrote,
mjj
flemmings

Once a week, every week

...a poem, in April. The usual melancholy Housman.

Ask me no more, for fear I should reply;
Others have held their tongues, and so can I;
Hundreds have died, and told no tale before:
Ask me no more, for fear I should reply --

How one was true and one was clean of stain
And one was braver than the heavens are high,
And one was fond of me: and all are slain.
Ask me no more, for fear I should reply.
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