Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 30. Shake Hands, We Shall Never Be Friends; Give Over

Shake hands, we shall never be friends; give over:
        I only vex you the more I try.
All’s wrong that ever I’ve done or said,
And nought to help it in this dull head:
        Shake hands, goodnight, goodbye.

But if you come to a road where danger
        Or guilt or anguish or shame’s to share,
Be good to the lad that loves you true
And the soul that was born to die for you,
        And whistle and I’ll be there.

1. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met
2. More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar
3. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
4. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
5. Last Poems. 11. Yonder See the Morning Blink

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