Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

Last Poems. 8. Soldier from the Wars Returning

Soldier from the wars returning,
Spoiler of the taken town,
Here is ease that asks not earning;
Turn you in and sit you down.

Peace is come and wars are over,
Welcome you and welcome all,
While the charger crops the clover
And his bridle hangs in stall.

Now no more of winters biting,
Filth in trench from tall to spring,
Summers full of sweat and fighting
For the Kesar or the King.

Rest you, charger, rust you, bridle;
Kings and kesars, keep your pay;
Soldier, sit you down and idle
At the inn of night for aye. 

1. More Poems. 9. When Green Buds Hang in the Elm Like Dust
2. More Poems. 22. Ho, Everyone that Tthirsteth
3. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll
4. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together

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