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With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
With Rue My Heart Is Laden
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clearly not a complex poem, but it strongly evokes nostalgia for the beauty and vitality of youth. this is one I'll remember in my own golden years.
Makes me think of lads and lasses Ive known and lost.
Housman is the greatest of the minor poets, but he does so well with loss. Many minor poets do.