Westward on the high-hilled plains <br />Where for me the world began, <br />Still, I think, in newer veins <br />Frets the changeless blood of man. <br /> <br />Now that other lads than I <br />Strip to bathe on Severn shore, <br />They, no help, for all they try, <br />Tread the mill I trod before. <br /> <br />There, when hueless is the west <br />And the darkness hushes wide, <br />Where the lad lies down to rest <br />Stands the troubled dream beside. <br /> <br />There, on thoughts that once were mine, <br />Day looks down the eastern steep, <br />And the youth at morning shine <br />Makes the vow he will not keep.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/westward-on-the-high-hilled-plains/
