Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Additional Poems. 23. The Olive

The olive in its orchard
        Should now be rooted sure,
To cast abroad its branches
        And flourish and endure.

Aloft amid the trenches
        Its dressers dug and died
The olive in its orchard
        Should prosper and abide.

Close should the fruit be clustered
        And light the leaf should wave,
So deep the root is planted
        In the corrupting grave.

1. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
2. More Poems. 24. Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass
3. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
4. Last Poems. 32. When I Would Muse in Boyhood
5. Last Poems. 2. As I Gird on for Fighting

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