To an Athlete Dying Young

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David Moore - Pop

To an Athlete Dying Young

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The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by And home we brought you shoulder-high Today, the road all runners come Shoulder-high we bring you home And set you at your threshold down Townsman of a stiller town Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut And silence sounds no worse than cheers After еarth has stopped the ears Now you will not swеll the rout Of lads that wore their honours out Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man So set, before its echoes fade The fleet foot on the sill of shade And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's

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Writers
  • A. E. Housman