“There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.”

—  A.E. Housman, book A Shropshire Lad

No. 31, st. 4.
A Shropshire Lad (1896)

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