“Clay lies still, but blood's a rover;
Breath's a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey's over
There'll be time enough to sleep.”

—  A.E. Housman, book A Shropshire Lad

No. 4 ("Reveille"), st. 6.
A Shropshire Lad (1896)

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