Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. We’ll to the Woods No More

We’ll to the woods no more,
The laurels all are cut,
The bowers are bare of bay
That once the Muses wore;
The year draws in the day
And soon will evening shut:
The laurels all are cut,
We’ll to the woods no more.
Oh we’ll no more, no more
To the leafy woods away,
To the high wild woods of laurel
And the bowers of bay no more.

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2. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
3. More Poems. 21. The World Goes None the Lamer
4. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
5. Last Poems. 39. When Summer’s End Is Nighing

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