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. Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching
2. More Poems. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
3. More Poems. 32. Their Seed the Sowers Scatter
4. More Poems. 24. Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass
5. Last Poems. 32. When I Would Muse in Boyhood

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