'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town <br />The golden broom should blow; <br />The hawthorn sprinkled up and down <br />Should charge the land with snow. <br /> <br />Spring will not wait the loiterer's time <br />Who keeps so long away; <br />So others wear the broom and climb <br />The hedgerows heaped with may. <br /> <br />Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge, <br />Gold that I never see; <br />Lie long, high snowdrifts in the hedge <br />That will not shower on me.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-time-i-think-by-wenlock-town/
