English Poetry. Alfred Edward Housman. A Shropshire Lad. 9. On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank. Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен).

Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

A Shropshire Lad. 9. On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank

On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
  The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
  Fast by the four cross ways.
 
A careless shepherd once would keep
  The flocks by moonlight there,1
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
  The dead man stood on air.
 
They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
  The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
  To men that die at morn.
 
There sleeps in Shrewsbury jail to-night,
  Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
  Than most that sleep outside.
 
And naked to the hangman's noose
  The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
  Than strangling in a string.
 
And sharp the link of life will snap,
  And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as straight a chap
  As treads upon the land.
 
So here I'll watch the night and wait
  To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
  And not the stroke of nine;
 
And wish my friend as sound a sleep
  As lads' I did not know,
That shepherded the moonlit sheep
  A hundred years ago.

[1] Hanging in chains was called keeping sheep by moonlight.

Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:

1. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
2. Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
3. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
4. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
5. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even

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