Found Words – A.E. Houseman

From the wash the laundress sends

My collars home with ravelled ends:

I must fit, now these are frayed,

My neck with new ones London-made.

 

Homespun collars, homespun hearts,

Wear to rags in foreign parts.

Mine at least’s as good as done,

And I must get a London one.

 

A.E. Housman

More Poems, XXIX

//hat tip: SH

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