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Message: [QUOTE="bags27, post: 2150866, member: 6761"] This is the type of unspeakable tragedy that breaks the hearts of us older folks and reminds us how precious is the joy and enthusiasm that youth expresses. BRING, in this timeless grave to throw No cypress, sombre on the snow; Snap not from the bitter yew His leaves that live December through; Break no rosemary, bright with rime [I] 5[/I] And sparkling to the cruel crime; Nor plod the winter land to look For willows in the icy brook To cast them leafless round him: bring To spray that ever buds in spring. [I] 10[/I] But if the Christmas field has kept Awns the last gleaner overstept, Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue A single season, never two; Or if one haulm whose year is o’er [I] 15[/I] Shivers on the upland frore, —Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain Whatever will not flower again, To give him comfort: he and those Shall bide eternal bedfellows [I] 20[/I] Where low upon the couch he lies Whence he never shall arise. A.E. Housman, [I]A Shropshire Lad[/I] [/QUOTE]