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. 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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