Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))

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Look not in my eyes, for fear
Thy mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me.
One the long nights through must lie
Spent in star-defeated sighs,
But why should you as well as I
Perish? gaze not in my eyes.

A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,
One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well
And never looked away again.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad. 

1. More Poems. 11. The Rainy Pleiads Wester
2. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
3. More Poems. 40. Farewell to a Name and a Number
4. A Shropshire Lad. 34. The New Mistress
5. Additional Poems. 14. Oh Is It the Jar of Nations

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