From Far, From Eve and Morning
by A. E. Housman

From far, from eve and morningt
And yon twelve-winded sky,t
The stuff of life to knit met
Blew hither: here am I.t

Now—for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart—t
Take my hand quick and tell me,t
What have you in your heart.t

Speak now, and I will answer;t
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarterst
I take my endless way.