Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
More Poems. 18. Delight it Is in Youth and May
Delight it is in youth and May To see the morn arise, And more delight, or so they say, To read in lovers’ eyes. Oh maiden, let your distaff be, And pace the flowery meads with me, And I will tell you lies. ’Tis blithe to see the sunshine fail, And hear the land grow still And listen till the nightingale Is heard beneath the hill. Oh follow me where she is flown Into the leafy woods alone, And I will work you ill.
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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