You are made of elements formed in past exploding stars. Soon you will be recycled, and the time until is for sharing your heart:
From Far, From Eve and Morning
From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.
Now-- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart -
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
(Lines of "A Shropshire Lad," xxxii, by A. E. Housman, taken from page 452 of The Harper Anthology of Poetry. Harper & Row, 1981.)
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