| A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896. |
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| XIV. There pass the careless people |
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| THERE pass the careless people | |
| That call their souls their own: | |
| Here by the road I loiter, | |
| How idle and alone. | |
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| Ah, past the plunge of plummet, | 5 |
| In seas I cannot sound, | |
| My heart and soul and senses, | |
| World without end, are drowned. | |
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| His folly has not fellow | |
| Beneath the blue of day | 10 |
| That gives to man or woman | |
| His heart and soul away. | |
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| There flowers no balm to sain him | |
| From east of earth to west | |
| That ’s lost for everlasting | 15 |
| The heart out of his breast. | |
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| Here by the labouring highway | |
| With empty hands I stroll: | |
| Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, | |
| Lie lost my heart and soul. | 20 |
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