White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love
Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadow stay;
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.
The world it round, so travelers tell,
And straight through reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, twill all be well,
The way will guide on back.
But ere the circle homeward lies
Far, far must it remove:
White In the moon the long road lies
That lead me from my love
- Alfred Edward Housman
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