Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

More Poems. 43. I Wake from Dreams and Turning

I wake from dreams and turning
        My vision on the height
I scan the beacons burning
        About the fields of night.

Each in its steadfast station
        Inflaming heaven they flare;
They sign with conflagration
        The empty moors of air.

The signal-fires of warning
        They blaze, but none regard;
And on through night to morning
        The world runs ruinward.

1. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
2. More Poems. 46. The Land of Biscay
3. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing
4. More Poems. 18. Delight it Is in Youth and May
5. Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast

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