I hoed and trenched and weeded, <br />And took the flowers to fair: <br />I brought them home unheeded; <br />The hue was not the wear. <br /> <br />So up and down I sow them <br />For lads like me to find, <br />When I shall lie below them, <br />A dead man out of mind. <br /> <br />Some seed the birds devour, <br />And some the season mars, <br />But here and there will flower, <br />The solitary stars, <br /> <br />And fields will yearly bear them <br />As light-leaved spring comes on, <br />And luckless lads will wear them <br />When I am dead and gone.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hoed-and-trenched-and-weeded/
