Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 21. The Fairies Break Their Dances

The fairies break their dances
        And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
        The silver sail of dawn.

The candles burn their sockets,
        The blinds let through the day,
The young man feels his pockets
        And wonders what’s to pay.

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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