Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 47. For My Funeral

O thou that from thy mansion,
        Through time and place to roam,
Dost send abroad thy children,
        And then dost call them home,

That men and tribes and nations
        And all thy hand hath made
May shelter them from sunshine
        In thine eternal shade:

We now to peace and darkness
        And earth and thee restore
Thy creature that thou madest
        And wilt cast forth no more.

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