A E Housman 1859-1936 John Bartlett

Now, of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy years a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

Loveliest of Trees.

    When I was one-and-twenty
  I heard a wise man say:
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
  But not your heart away.”

A Shropshire Lad.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high, we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

To an Athlete dying young.