Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast

The night is freezing fast,
        To-morrow comes December;
                And winterfalls of old
Are with me from the past;
        And chiefly I remember
                How Dick would hate the cold.

Fall, winter, fall; for he,
        Prompt hand and headpiece clever,
                Has woven a winter robe,
And made of earth and sea
        His overcoat for ever,
                And wears the turning globe.

1. More Poems. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
2. More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth
3. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
4. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together

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