Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth
Ho, everyone that thirsteth And hath the price to give, Come to the stolen waters, Drink and your soul shall live. Come to the stolen waters, And leap the guarded pale, And pull the flower in season Before desire shall fail. It shall not last for ever, No more than earth and skies; But he that drinks in season Shall live before he dies. June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
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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