Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even

The farms of home lie lost in even,
        I see far off the steeple stand;
West and away from here to heaven,
        Still is the land.

There if I go no girl will greet me,
        No comrade hollo from the hill,
No dog run down the yard to meet me:
        The land is still.

The land is still by farm and steeple,
        And still for me the land may stay:
There I was friends with perished people,
        And there lie they.

1. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
2. More Poems. 24. Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass
3. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
4. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
5. Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching

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