Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
Additional Poems. 22. R.L.S.
Home is the sailor, home from sea: Her far-borne canvas furled The ship pours shining on the quay The plunder of the world. Home is the hunter from the hill: Fast in the boundless snare All flesh lies taken at his will And every fowl of air. ’Tis evening on the moorland free, The starlit wave is still: Home is the sailor from the sea, The hunter from the hill.
Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:
- Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
- Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
- Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
- Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
- More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
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