Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer

The world goes none the lamer,
        For ought that I can see,
Because this cursed trouble
        Has struck my days and me.

The stars of heaven are steady,
        The founded hills remain,
Though I to earth and darkness
        Return in blood and pain.

Farewell to all belongings
        I won or bought or stole;
Farewell, my lusty carcase,
        Farewell, my aery soul.

Oh worse remains for others
        And worse to fear had I
Than so at four-and-twenty
        To lay me down and die.

Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:

  1. Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
  2. Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
  3. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
  4. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
  5. More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even

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