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1859–1936

LVII

Alfred Edward Housman

You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover.

‘ Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.

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