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Ho, everyone that thirsteth poem – A. E. Housman

Ho, everyone that thirsteth

And hath the price to give,

Come to the stolen waters,

Drink and your soul shall live.

Come to the stolen waters,

And leap the guarded pale,

And pull the flower in season

Before desire shall fail.

It shall not last for ever,

No more than earth and skies;

But he that drinks in season

Shall live before he dies.

June suns, you cannot store them

To warm the winter’s cold,

The lad that hopes for heaven

Shall fill his mouth with mold.

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