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A. E. Housman (1859–1936).  A Shropshire Lad.  1896.
 
XLVIII. Be still, my soul, be still
 
 
BE still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
  Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,—call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
  The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
 
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry        5
  I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
  Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
 
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
  I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.        10
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
  Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
 
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
  All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation—        15
  Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?
 

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