by A. E. Housman
Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mutes the midland navel-stone beside the singing fountain, And echoes list to… Read the rest
Tis mute, the word they went to hear on high Dodona mountain When winds were in the oakenshaws and all the cauldrons tolled, And mutes the midland navel-stone beside the singing fountain, And echoes list to… Read the rest
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea, And leave the soldiers at their drill, And all about the idle hill Shepherd your sheep with me. Oh stay with company… Read the rest
The rain, it streams on stone and hillock, The boot clings to the clay. Since all is done thats due and right Lets home; and now, my lad, good-night, For I must turn away. Good-night, my… Read the rest
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Days beamy banner up the east is borne, Spectres and fears, the nightmare and her foal, Drown in the golden deluge of the morn. But over sea and… Read the rest
The sigh that heaves the grasses Whence thou wilt never rise Is of the air that passes And knows not if it sighs. The diamond tears adorning Thy low mound on the lea, Those are the… Read the rest
We'll to the weeds no more, The laurels are all cut, The bowers are bare of bay That once the Muses wore; The year draws in the day And soon will evening shut: The laurels all… Read the rest
The sloe was lost in flower, The April elm was dim; That was the lovers hour, The hour for lies and him. If thorns are all the bower, If north winds freeze the fir, Why, tis… Read the rest
I walked alone and thinking, And faint the nightwind blew And stirred on mounds at crossways The flower of sinners rue. Where the roads part they bury Him that his own hand slays, And so the… Read the rest
Beyond the moor and the mountain crest - Comrade, look not on the west - The sun is down and drinks away From air and land the lees of day. The long cloud and the single… Read the rest
Soldier from the wars returning, Spoiler of the taken town, Here is ease that asks not earning; Turn you in and sit you down. Peace is come and wars are over, Welcome you and welcome all,… Read the rest