Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer

The world goes none the lamer,
        For ought that I can see,
Because this cursed trouble
        Has struck my days and me.

The stars of heaven are steady,
        The founded hills remain,
Though I to earth and darkness
        Return in blood and pain.

Farewell to all belongings
        I won or bought or stole;
Farewell, my lusty carcase,
        Farewell, my aery soul.

Oh worse remains for others
        And worse to fear had I
Than so at four-and-twenty
        To lay me down and die.

1. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
2. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing
3. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
4. More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar
5. A Shropshire Lad. 56. The Day of Battle

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