From "A West Shire Lad".


 My heart with rue is laid
   For friends of gold I had,
 For all those rose-lipped maids
   And all those light-foot lads.

 By brooks too broad to leap
   The light-foot boys are laid;
 The rose-lipped girls now sleep
   In fields where rose-thorns fade.

                                -- A.E. House Man