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With rue my heart is laden

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A. E. Housman · 1896

With rue my heart is laden

A. E. Housman · 1896

With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.

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Background

Housman published it in 1896 in A Shropshire Lad, a book about young people and the countryside they came from. It became one of the most read collections in England.

Meaning

He is sad for the friends he has lost, and he remembers them as they were: quick, bright, young. They are buried now by streams they used to jump over.

Who's it for

A friend, which is the one it is really for, and anyone who died young. Right for someone who was good company and quick on their feet.

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Crossing the Bar

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Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

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Funeral Blues

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Little Boy Blue

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