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.

1. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
2. More Poems. 24. Stone, Steel, Dominions Pass
3. More Poems. 33. On Forelands High in Heaven
4. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
5. Additional Poems. 13. Oh Turn not in from Marching

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1697

Последние стихотворения

To English version