A. E. Housman - It nods and curtseys and recovers lyrics

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A. E. Housman - It nods and curtseys and recovers lyrics

XVI It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love. The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not move, The lover of the grave, the lover That hanged himself for love.