Last Poems (Housman)/In valleys green and still

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VII
In valleys green and still Where lovers wander mayingThey hear from over hill A music playing.
Behind the drum and fife, Past hawthornwood and hollow,Through earth and out of life The soldiers follow.
The soldier's is the trade: In any wind or weatherHe steals the heart of maid And man together.
The lover and his lass Beneath the hawthorn lyingHave heard the soldiers pass, And both are sighing.
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And down the distance they With dying note and swellingWalk the resounding way To the still dwelling
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