A. E. Housman: When smoke stood up from Ludlow,

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,  And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing  Against the morning beam  I strode beside my team,
The blackbird in the coppice  Looked out to see me stride, And hearkened as I whistled  The tramping team beside,  And fluted and replied:
"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;  What use to rise and rise? Rise man a thousand mornings  Yet down at last he lies,  And then the man is wise."
I heard the tune he sang me,  And spied his yellow bill; I picked a stone and aimed it  And threw it with a will:  Then the bird was still.
Then my soul within me  Took up the blackbird's strain, And still beside the horses  Along the dewy lane  It Sang the song again:
"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;  The sun moves always west; The road one treads to labour  Will lead one home to rest,  And that will be the best."