Poetry meme

[flemmings]

Toss-up between this and 'On Wenlock Edge', but this one wins by a nose.

Crossing alone the nighted ferry
With the one coin for fee,
Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting,
Count you to find? Not me.

The brisk fond lackey to fetch and carry,
The true, sick-hearted slave,
Expect him not in the just city
And free land of the grave.
-AE Housman, More Poems

Comments

[incandescens]

That Good Creatures one -- nice. Hadn't come across it before. Had seen that epitaph, and it is lovely, yes.

(coughs) And I'm not that well-read, really.