Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
Last Poems. 32. When I Would Muse in Boyhood
When I would muse in boyhood The wild green woods among, And nurse resolves and fancies Because the world was young, It was not foes to conquer, Nor sweethearts to be kind, But it was friends to die for That I would seek and find. I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save. They braced their belts around them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:
- Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
- More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
- Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
- Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
- Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
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