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

    A. E. Housman: There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
    A. E. Housman (1990). “A Shropshire Lad”, p.37, Courier Corporation