from A SHROPSHIRE LAD
      - A.E. Housman

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 you have 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.