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“The farms of home lie lost in even”
By A.E. Housman
The farms of home lie lost in even,
I see far off the steeple stand;
West and away from here to heaven
Still is the land.
There if I go no girl will greet me,
No comrade hollo from the hill,
No dog run down the yard to meet me:
The land is still.
The land is still by farm and steeple,
And still for me the land may stay:
There I was friends with perished people,
And there lie they.
Recordings
Passing By
(Raymond Carver, Jake Heggie, A. E. Housman, Vachel Lindsay and Edna St. Vincent Millay)
2010