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There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.

A. E. Housman

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A. E. Housman
Age: 77 †
Born: 1859
Born: January 1
Died: 1936
Died: January 1
Classical Philologist
Classical Scholar
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