Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
More Poems. 16. How Clear, How Lovely Bright
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play, How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. — Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound, Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.
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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