Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
More Poems. 19. The Mill-Stream, Now that Noises Cease
The mill-stream, now that noises cease, Is all that does not hold its peace; Under the bridge it murmurs by, And here are night and hell and I. Who made the world I cannot tell: ’Tis made, and here I am in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed. And so, no doubt, in time gone by Some have suffered more than I, Who only spend the night alone And strike my fist upon the stone.
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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