Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 39. My Dreams Are of a Field Afar

My dreams are of a field afar
        And blood and smoke and shot.
There in their graves my comrades are,
        In my grave I am not.

I too was taught the trade of man
        And spelt the lesson plain;
But they, when I forgot and ran,
        Remembered and remain.

1. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
2. Last Poems. 22. The Sloe Was Lost in Flower
3. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing
4. A Shropshire Lad. 56. The Day of Battle
5. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay

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