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Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))


A Shropshire Lad. 25. This Time of Year a Twelvemonth Past


This time of year a twelvemonth past,
   When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
   We fought and I was beat.

So then the summer fields about,
   Till rainy days began,
Rose Harland on her Sundays out
   Walked with the better man.

The better man she walks with still,
   Though now 'tis not with Fred:
A lad that lives and has his will
   Is worth a dozen dead.

Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,
   And clay's the house he keeps;
When Rose and I walk out together
   Stock-still lies Fred and sleeps. 



Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met
  2. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
  3. Last Poems. 11. Yonder See the Morning Blink
  4. Additional Poems. 5. Here Are the Skies, the Planets Seven
  5. Additional Poems. 2. Oh Were He and I Together


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