A. E. Housman, 'I Did Not Lose My Heart In Summer's Even'

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I Did Not Lose My Heart In Summer's Even

I did not lose my heart in summer's even,
When roses to the moonrise burst apart:
When plumes were under heel and lead was flying,
In blood and smoke and flame I lost my heart.

I lost it to a soldier and a foeman,
A chap that did not kill me but he tried;
And took the saber straight and took it striking
And laughed and kissed his hand to me and died.

by A. E. Housman