There pass the careless people <br />That call their souls their own: <br />Here by the road I loiter, <br />How idle and alone. <br /> <br />Ah, past the plunge of plummet, <br />In seas I cannot sound, <br />My heart and soul and senses, <br />World without end, are drowned. <br /> <br />His folly has not fellow <br />Beneath the blue of day <br />That gives to man or woman <br />His heart and soul away. <br /> <br />There flowers no balm to sain him <br />From east of earth to west <br />That's lost for everlasting <br />The heart out of his breast. <br /> <br />Here by the labouring highway <br />With empty hands I stroll: <br />Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, <br />Lie lost my heart and soul.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-pass-the-careless-people/
