Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 43. I Wake from Dreams and Turning

I wake from dreams and turning
        My vision on the height
I scan the beacons burning
        About the fields of night.

Each in its steadfast station
        Inflaming heaven they flare;
They sign with conflagration
        The empty moors of air.

The signal-fires of warning
        They blaze, but none regard;
And on through night to morning
        The world runs ruinward.

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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